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 8:45am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so

I didn't have any time. 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."