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, etc.
  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."