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 A.M. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 A.M. The trip to the doctor’s 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 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 had a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went normally. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking.

After school when my 6 years 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.”