One For The Girls

I read this in an online group I am in & just had to share.

There isn’t a woman alive today who won’t crack up over this!

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 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 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.’

I AM NEVER, EVER GOING BACK TO THAT DOCTOR AGAIN, EVER!