This week, we’re excited to focus on the foster side of motherhood.  We loved hearing from foster mother, Jessica Sullivan, giving her perspective on this necessary need in our society.  We think we’ll find that we all have a lot in common.

For the last year I have worked as a foster carer after finding out a few years earlier that me and my partner would be unable to conceive. Of course there were uncertainties about becoming a foster carer, but with help and assurance from our agency, Lorimer Fostering,  we decided to give it a go.  Apart from an incident that took place a couple of months ago, I have thoroughly enjoyed the experience so far.

The Smelly Side of Fostering

So what’s the incident? Well I don’t know how you all cope but I hate the smell of soiled diapers. I of course will change them but I don’t like them anywhere near the house, and no matter what I spray the smell lingers. And lingers.  

I have (had) a very good relationship with the neighbors who are a slightly older family. They let us know that they would be going on holiday for a couple of weeks and asked if we could look after the house, which of course I didn’t mind doing.

That is when I got the ingenious (horrible, terrible, and selfish) idea to dispose of the horrible bombs of stink in their garbage bin. After all, they were away, the garbage men would come and they wouldn’t know. And it worked, my house smelled beautifully clean.  We nearly danced in the fresh smell.

When Garbage Swapping Goes Bad

The only problem is the garbage men didn’t show up!

My neighbors returned from holiday, were surprised to find their bin full, and further surprised that it was full of old smelly bombs of hell!  Understandably, they were upset.  Obviously I was embarrassed.

So what have I learned?  Sometimes you have to deal with it (and certainly your neighbors don’t). There are ups and downs being a parent and wrapped up poop is certainly on the downside.

How have you dealt with those little bombs of hell?  Tell us by commenting below!