A doctor was called for an emergency at the hospital and didn’t have anyone to leave her three kids with, but suddenly, she saw the garbageman and got an idea. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she returned home.
“Now? Are you sure Dr. Morris is not available?” I asked Nurse Carey on the phone, although I was already changing my clothes and thinking hard.
“No, Dr. Sanders. Dr. Morris is currently driving across state lines trying to get here. You live close by, so I thought I would call. The interns have no idea what they’re doing. I know it’s your day off, but I didn’t know what else to do. Will you be able to come?” Nurse Carey said, trying not to sound worried, but I knew they needed me.
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“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I just need to find a babysitter,” I replied and hung up, immediately dialing Vicky, who was the only person who could somewhat handle my three crazy kids.
I’ve been a surgeon for a long time, but I used to have my husband, Peter. My rock. He became a stay-at-home dad when the realities of having three children became too much. But he passed away from a sudden heart attack while I was in the middle of another surgery.
My entire house… wait, was this my house? It couldn’t be.
Now, I had to constantly find babysitters for the children when unexpected emergencies happened. I couldn’t handle them. I had no patience, and it was silly to think that any babysitter would be able to handle them either. Two babysitters quit after one day of work, and word got around that my kids Johnny, 9, Christie, 7, and Lucy, 3, were menaces.
I mean… they were not wrong. But they didn’t have to put me in this position. Now, only Vicky ever said yes. Usually, I paid through the roof for the local daycare center when I was scheduled regularly at work, but I couldn’t rush them in today. It was already noon on a Friday, and I would feel bad sending them.
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“I’m sorry, Opal. I can’t babysit today. I’m sick and can barely move,” Vicky said when I called. I told her to get some rest and hung up the phone. I hated the staff at the hospital daycare, and they hated me in return. But I was out of ideas. I would have to wrangle with my children and go there.
But suddenly, I heard all the kids yelling, “Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob!”
I sighed. They didn’t have an uncle. The local garbageman was so friendly and sweet that they started calling him uncle as soon as they could speak. I had known him for over ten years, and my kids adored him.
Johnny opened the front door, and all my babies went outside to greet him. I might have to call the hospital, I thought. I was never going to get those kids back into the house to be dressed on time.
But I did smile at the sight of them playing with Bob. My kids had turned into devils when their father died. The therapist said it was normal and would pass, but I wasn’t so sure. I felt like a failure. Like my mothering instincts were faulty or something. I didn’t know what to do.
But as I watched the kids hug and ask Uncle Bob to play, I had an idea. “That’s it,” I told myself and ran to Bob.
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“Bob, I have a crazy request. I know you’re busy. But I was wondering if you would babysit my kids for 25 minutes. I have to check something urgent at the hospital, and I have no one else,” I begged, and my kids looked at me with wide eyes filled with happiness.
“Sure, Dr. Sanders. I can watch them for a while,” he replied, nodding and smiling. My children jumped and cheered.
“They’re more than a handful, though. I’m warning you,” I said sheepishly.
“Don’t worry. You go ahead. Your job is important,” he told me, and I ran off, hoping my house would not be entirely destroyed by the time I returned.
The situation took more than 25 minutes, as Dr. Morris got stuck in traffic, and the patient became even more urgent. I was rushed into an operating room, and I couldn’t get away until three hours later. I felt so bad for Bob, who obviously had his own work to finish.
I drove home as quickly as I could. “Bob! Bob! I’m sorry!” I yelled breathlessly as I opened my door, but I froze.
My entire house… wait, was this my house? It couldn’t be. My house was always littered with toys, crayons, paper, and sometimes smears of peanut butter. I know. Gross. Don’t judge me.
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“Dr. Sanders, how was your surgery? Everything alright?” Bob asked as he appeared from the hallway.
“What happened here? My house… is unrecognizable. And why aren’t the kids screaming and running around?” I asked, so confused and shocked.
“Lucy is napping, and Christie and Johnny are in their rooms, reading,” he told me, and I swear, my jaw hit the floor.
“What? Are you kidding me?”
“No, go see.”
I had to go, and my eyes couldn’t believe it either. But Bob had told me the truth. “How did you do this?”
“Oh, Dr. Sanders. I was a single father raising kids once. Mine were ten times worse than these three angels,” Bob laughed. “I taught them to pick up after themselves and narrated them fairy tales. Your kids ate that up. You might want to buy them more books.”
I nodded, starstruck. No one in my life had ever called my kids “angels,” and they had never been interested in the few books I got. “I can’t believe it,” I whispered.
“It was easy. But now I have to go,” Bob said, picking up his work jacket from the back of a chair.
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“Oh, yes. I’m so sorry about being late. I’m so embarrassed,” I said, touching my forehead. “I’ll pay you triple for that.”
“No. No. I don’t need money,” Bob shook his head, raising his hands.
“Please. For your time,” I insisted with my stern look. People at the hospital were afraid of that look, so I knew Bob would not be able to reject the money.
“Ok, I’ll treat the kids to something nice,” he laughed. “Goodbye, Dr. Sanders. Have a nice day!”
“Thank you!” I yelled out, exhausted.
***
My kids behaved for the rest of the day, and I almost cried. It was the best day ever.
So, I called Bob and offered him a full-time nanny job, tripling his current salary and adding more health benefits since I had connections at the hospital. He accepted in the end, and I was so thankful that I gave him a Christmas bonus and plane tickets to his family could visit Disneyland in California later that year.
Man transforms recycled containers into a modern, eco-friendly 2-bedroom home with luxury amenities
Living in a sustainable, modern home constructed from recycled containers is an enjoyable and rewarding experience.
Reusing shipping containers not only lessens the impact on the environment but also opens up new possibilities for home design creativity and innovation.
These days, container homes are widespread, but very few are regarded as “luxury.”
A man by the name of Nick constructed an opulent, environmentally friendly house out of marine containers on a plot of land in Index, Washington.
The roughly six-acre plot was bought by Nick and his spouse in 2010.
The original plan was to locate a summertime hideaway where families could get together and enjoy the outdoors for river activities and skiing.
Currently, Nick’s family has six tiny cabins on the land, which they began renting out on Airbnb in 2017.
Nick began work on the environmentally friendly Sea Container Cabin project after finishing the Tree House.
The recycled containers that were utilized were produced in 2007. It has minor dings from when it was used to move cargo.
Nonetheless, Nick thinks that his friends, family, and short-term renters will find it valuable due to its originality and distinction.
There are two 40-foot High Cube containers in the green house.
They were divided in half to create a 40-foot cantilever with around 12 feet on each side and two 20-foot containers on the lower level.
This cantilever, which creates a covered entry, is made possible by the repurposed containers’ strength.
The front locking mechanisms have welded handles for aesthetic appeal, emulating a conventional shipping container.
Nick decided to save the site’s roots by using a segmented foundation in order to protect the trees.
To avoid moisture issues and condensation, they employed spray foam insulation with closed cells.
The frames for the doors and windows were welded around the pre-cut containers.
An unusual rooftop hot tub that heats with gas and solar panels is a distinctive outside feature.
From the shipping of the containers in September to the first visitors being welcomed in March, the full building procedure took about six months.
Nick paid $12,000 for three recycling containers, for a grand total of almost $250,000.
When entering the green house, one is struck by how much it looks like a ski hut, complete with vintage skis thrown in for good measure.
The dining space, living room, and kitchen are all part of the open floor design.
A modern touch is added by an electric fireplace along with inventive lighting options that use LED strips concealed in channels.
The kitchen has recycled Paper Stone countertops and basalt tiles with a Lava Rock theme, all done in dark hues.
A convection microwave oven and a two-burner cooktop make up for the lack of a conventional oven and dishwasher.
As you wash dishes in the kitchen, you can enjoy the breathtaking view of a 110-year-old fir tree.
A mini-split system provides both heating and cooling for the container home.
A powder room with a floor-to-ceiling window, Paper Stone countertops, and a spa toilet are located downstairs.
There is a fire pit area, barbeque area, and covered porch in the backyard.
The unique staircase with LED lights on each step is a noteworthy feature. Everett Steel provided the metal components, which combined to create a robust yet sophisticated design.
There are two bedrooms upstairs, each with a basin for a toothbrush, dimmable mirrors, and environmentally friendly cork flooring.
A short queen bed and a skylight with a view of the woodland are features of the guest bedroom.
The slightly longer master bedroom in the eco-friendly house has the same comfortable bed and a skylight.
The bathroom, which has lava rock floors, a steam shower, and a distinctive Basalt strip, is shared by both bedrooms.
You can turn on the steam for a few minutes before getting in to thoroughly experience the hot tub and steam shower.
Situated 30 minutes from Steven’s Pass, this is a true ski chalet that offers the ideal haven after a tiring day of skiing.
Watch the video below to get a tour of Nick’s environmentally friendly house:
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