The Check-up

" I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynaecologist.
Early one morning I received a phone call from his office that they had
rescheduled me for early that morning at 9:30 am.
I had just packed everyone off to work and school
and it was around 8:45 am already.
The trip to his office usually takes about 35 minutes so I didn't
have any time to spare. As most women do, I'm sure,
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 robe,
wet the washcloth laying on the sink,
and gave myself a wash in "that area",
taking extra care to make sure I was presentable.
I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes,
hopped in the car, and raced to my appointment.
I was more than a little surprised when the doctor said,
"My, we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?"
But I didn't respond. With the appointment over,
I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went as normal,
some shopping, cleaning, the evening meal, etc.
At 6:30 pm, my 8 year old daughter was fixing to go to a big school dance
and yelled down from the bathroom, "Mom, where's my washcloth?"
I called back for her to get another one from the cabinet.
She called back, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink...
it had my glitter and sparkles in it."

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