The Washcloth
There is not a woman alive who won't crack up over this!
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week, when I received a call from the doctor's office telling me I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30.
I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and 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.
I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in "that area". 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 some 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 about a normal day . . . some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc.
After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mommy, Mommy, where is my washcloth?" I told her to get another one from the cupboard.
She replied, "No, I need the one I put here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."
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