There is not a woman alive today who won't crack up over this)
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the afternoon
and that morning I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me
that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30am. I had only just packed
everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am. The
trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have time to spare.
As most woman do I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when
making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the
full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that
was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash "in that area"
to make sure I was at least presentable.
I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped
in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room for only a
few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you
do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room
and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.
I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra
effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't respond.
After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest
of the day was normal...some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc. After school
when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom,
"Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get another one from the
cupboard. She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it
had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it!
