The washcloth

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in
the week.

Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's
office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at
9:30 am.

I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and
it was already around 8:45 am.

The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so 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 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.

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.'

NEVER going back to that doctor ever!!