I was searching my work email and I came across the following email:

From: Halbach, Shane C.
Sent: Friday, March 15, 2013 1:46 PM
To: Sara
Subject: ooooooh Sara

Ooooh boy oh boy.

So we were playing hide and seek today. Oliver found a great hiding spot: balled up under the shelves behind the curtain in the bathroom. He was down there for a while, and when I found him and he came out, he was *covered*, head-to-toe, in crystallized cat urine. It was in his hair. It was in his eyelashes. His face and hands were sticky with it. His clothes looked white.

I put his clothes right in the laundry and put him in the shower. It was so gross. When I crawled in there to clean it out, it smelled so ungodly, I can’t imagine how he could have been laying in there (face down, mind you). It was putrid. Afterwards, I told him 3 or 4 times, “Buddy, if something smells that bad, don’t crawl into it, okay?”

As you can imagine, he was generally in good spirits throughout all of this.

And that’s the kind of emails you get at work when you’re a mom.

Long time readers will remember that we once had a problem with Nala using that part of the bathroom as a toilet. It turned out she was up to her old tricks again (but hasn’t been since then).

Even though this was back in March, I can remember it like it was yesterday. I can only assure you it was probably worse than it sounds.