I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.
>But early on Monday morning, I received a call from his office to tell
>me that my appointment had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30AM.
>
>I had just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already
>around 8:45 AM. Since the trip to his office would take about 35
>minutes, I didn't have any time to spare. As most women 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 then threw the washcloth in the hamper, 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've made an extra
>effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't respond.
>
>After the exam, 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 six 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.
>