willow01's blog post

I was due for an appointment with the gynaecologist 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 wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pyjamas, 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 ... did some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc. After school when my 8 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, 'Mummy, 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!!