My Cousin Used Me As A “Free” Maid For Months – The Lesson My Dad Gave Her Was Just Perfect

You know how everyone has that one cousin who’s a little special? For me, it’s Ella. I’m Zoe, 25, recently graduated college, and trying to figure out what’s next for me.

I work part-time at a local bookstore, just enough to keep the lights on while I look for something better. To be honest, my life is pretty quiet: books, coffee, the occasional hike. I have a small circle of friends, and I’m fine with that.

I come from a big family where everyone is always meddling in each other’s business. And Ella, my cousin who is a few years older than me, is at the center of it all. She has this energy that is almost exhausting to be around.

You’d think that with her marriage to Mike and the birth of their two-and-a-half-year-old son, Tyler, she’d have settled down. But no, not Ella. They live in a tiny basement apartment in her parents’ house. It’s a little cramped, but it’s home.

I’ve only been there a few times for family reunions and I’ve always felt a little out of place. I think I’ve always been more of an observer than a talker in the family, content to sit back and observe the dramas of others.

So when Ella called me out of the blue one afternoon, looking frantic, I wasn’t too surprised.

“Zoe, I need a huge favor. Can you come check on Tyler? Something happened and I need to go right away!” Her voice was higher than usual, and I could tell she was in a hurry.

I glance at the clock. I had nothing planned. “Yeah, sure, Ella. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I mean, why not? Tyler is adorable, and I figured it would be a nice break from my usual routine.

When I arrived, I barely had time to knock before the door opened. Ella and Mike were practically tripping over each other as they tried to leave.

“Oh my God, thank you so much, Zoe!” Ella said, already halfway out the door.

Mike gave a little wave, “We owe you one!” and they were off, just like that.

Tyler, meanwhile, was all smiles and held out his arms for a hug. “Hey, buddy!” I smiled as I pulled him into my arms. I didn’t think much about Ella and Mike’s hasty departure.

I was too focused on Tyler, his little laugh, his big eyes looking at me like I was his favorite person in the world.

But he pulled on my sleeve and said: “You’re hungry, Zozo”

“Okay, let’s see what we can find,” I said happily as I carried him to the kitchen.

And that’s when I saw it: the mess. It looked like a tornado had swept through the place. Dirty dishes piled high, old food caked on, trash spilling out of the trash can, and a smell that made me wince. My heart sank.

“What… happened here?” I wondered. Tyler just pointed at the fridge, oblivious.

“Okay, Ty, let’s, uh, find something to eat,” I said, trying to sound cheerful. But I knew there was no way I was going to make him anything with a kitchen in this state. So I rolled up my sleeves and got to work.

I scrubbed pots, rinsed dishes, wiped down counters, threw out boxes, and cleaned until I could at least see the counter again.

“Wow, they weren’t kidding about needing help,” I mumbled. Tyler laughed, thinking I was joking, but I was starting to wonder what I’d signed up for.

The next weekend, Ella called again. “Zoe, can you come over? Just for a few hours?”

I hesitated but said, “Sure, I’ll be there.”

But when I arrived, I had a feeling of déjà vu. Same mess, maybe worse. Dishes everywhere, trash piling up, food sticking to the stove.

I sighed and started cleaning up, enough to make a decent meal for Tyler, figuring they must be going through a rough time. It’ll get better soon. But it doesn’t.

Week after week, Ella would call, and each time, I would arrive to find the same mess. Ella would quickly leave with a quick, “Thanks!” and leave me to deal with the chaos.

One Saturday it was worse than ever; the sink was buried under dishes and the refrigerator was practically stuck together with grime.

I spent almost two hours trying to make a clean corner so I could cook Tyler something simple. As I scrubbed, frustration built inside me. I wasn’t babysitting anymore. I realized I was being used as their personal maid.

That night when I got home, I was furious. My dad noticed right away. “Rough day?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as I threw my bag down and collapsed on the couch.

I took a deep breath. “Dad, you’re not going to believe this. Ella keeps asking me to babysit Tyler, but every time it’s a disaster. I spend more time cleaning than I do taking care of Tyler. It’s like she’s using me as a free maid!”

Dad listened, nodding slowly. “And you’ve been doing this… for how long?”

“Months!” I threw my arms up in the air. “I didn’t want to leave Tyler in the middle of this mess, but I’m so sick of it.”

“Why didn’t you tell him to clean up before you got here?” he asked, frowning.

“I don’t know… I didn’t mean to sound rude,” I mumbled. “Ella’s always talking about how stressed she is, and I didn’t want to add to it.”

Dad leaned back, crossing his arms. “Zoe, you’re helping Tyler out, not cleaning their place. You shouldn’t feel guilty about not wanting to take care of their mess.”

I nodded, realizing how stupid I had been for not seeing it sooner. Then I saw that familiar glint in Dad’s eyes: the one he gets when he’s up to something. I had no idea what he was up to, but I knew it would be interesting.

Dad leaned in close to me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” he whispered, as if he were sharing a secret mission with me. “Next time Ella asks you to babysit, say yes. But when it’s time to make dinner, I’ll call her mother-in-law and tell her there’s an emergency and you need to go.”

I blinked, trying to follow his plan. “And… you want me to leave and leave his kitchen like this?”

He smiled wider. “Not quite. I’ll tell her mother-in-law to bring a pot and plates, but I won’t explain why. Let’s see how Ella does when she has to deal with this mess herself.”

I laughed, some of my frustration fading away. “You’re sneaky, Dad. I like it. But is it really going to work?”

Dad just shrugged. “We won’t know until we try. Sometimes people need to see things from a different perspective.”

So the following Saturday, Ella called, just as frantic as before. “Zoe, can you watch Tyler again? I know it’s last minute, but…”

“Sure, no problem,” I said, trying to sound casual, even though my heart was pounding with anticipation. I showed up at her house with a smile, played with Tyler, and glanced at the clock, waiting for Dad’s signal.

At dinner time, I finally got the message from Dad: “It’s time to go.”

I took a deep breath and turned to Tyler. “Hey, buddy, I gotta go out for a bit, okay?”

He looked at me with his big eyes. “Are you going to Zozo’s?”

“Just for a little while,” I reassured her, feeling a twinge of guilt. I texted Ella, telling her I had an emergency and needed to leave immediately. Then, grabbing my bag, I headed out the door. As I was walking out the door, I saw Barbara, Ella’s mother-in-law, drive up.

Barbara came out with a frown, a large saucepan in one hand, plates in the other. “Zoe? What’s going on? Ella didn’t tell me she needed a meal,” she said, looking genuinely confused.

I forced a polite smile, trying not to burst out laughing. “I’m really sorry, Barbara, but I have to go. Thanks for stopping by!” And with that, I hurried away before she could ask any more questions.

I imagined Barbara coming in, finding the kitchen in its usual state of disarray, and Ella having to explain why it looked like a tornado had hit the house. I practically skipped out of my house, waiting for the fallout.

Ten minutes after I arrived, my phone rang. It was Ella, sending a stream of frantic messages.

“What happened, Zoe? Why didn’t you clean it up?” it read.

Then another one. “Mom’s here and she’s furious. What am I supposed to do?”

I decided to let her sweat a little. I put my phone down, turned to Dad, and gave him a thumbs up. “Mission accomplished.”

Dad chuckled. “I bet she’s freaking out right now.”

I didn’t respond to Ella’s messages right away. I wanted her to sit with the mess—literally and metaphorically—for a little while. Eventually, my phone rang, and I answered it, trying to sound innocent. “Hey, Ella! Everything okay?”

Her voice was shaky, a mix of panic and frustration. “Zoe, why did you leave like that? And why didn’t you clean the kitchen?”

I took a deep breath, keeping my tone calm but firm. “Ella, I’m not your maid. I’ve been coming to your house for weeks, and every time, it’s the same disaster. I agreed to babysit, not clean your entire house. I had to leave, and I thought it was time for you to take care of it.”

She was silent for a moment, then she let out a deep sigh. “I didn’t realize it was so bad… It’s just… I’ve been so overwhelmed, and I think I’ve taken you for granted. I’m so sorry, Zoe.”

I softened a little at the genuine regret in her voice. “I understand, Ella, I really do. But you have to understand that this isn’t fair to me. I love Tyler, but I can’t keep cleaning like this every time.”

Ella’s tone changed, more serious now. “I know. You’re right. I promise it won’t happen again. I’m so sorry.”

We talked some more, and she apologized again, sounding genuinely embarrassed. I told her I forgave her, but I also made it very clear: “If you need help in the future, the place has to be clean before I come. If not, find someone else to watch Tyler.”

She immediately agreed: “Absolutely, Zoe. I swear I’ll make sure everything is spotless.”

After hanging up, I turned to Dad and smiled. “Well, I guess that did the trick.”

He smiled back, a glint in his eye. “Sometimes people just need a little push to see things clearly.”

It worked. The next time Ella asked me to babysit, the apartment was practically sparkling. No piles of dirty dishes, no overflowing trash can. She had even made dinner ahead of time.

Things have gotten better since then. Ella has learned to manage her time and is more respectful of mine. And Tyler? He’s still the same sweet little boy, but now he has a cleaner, happier place to play when I’m around.

In the end, Dad’s plan wasn’t just smart, it was perfect. Ella learned that family isn’t free labor, and sometimes the best way to teach a lesson is to let someone face the consequences of their actions.

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