Earlier this month, a friend sent me this funny story just for women... If anyone thinks it inappropriate, I apologize, but it seemed clean and discreet enough to me and so hilarious that I just couldn't help but post it! For those of you moms with little girls -- watch out!
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 9:30am.
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 care over hygiene when making such visits, but I was short on time. 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 laundry basket, donned some clothes, hopped into 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 onto 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, after the doctor began his exam, he said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?"
I didn't respond, hoping for it all to be over soon. After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.
The rest of the day was normal. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking -- you know the drill.
After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom: "Mommy, where's my washcloth?"
"Just get another one from the cupboard, sweetie," I told her.
She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink -- it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."
Never going back to that doctor. Ever.