Setting: Five ladies sitting around a living room: either at a table or on a couch with a few chairs nearby. One woman is standing off to the side, as if looking out a window.

Rhoda: Any sign of her, June?

June: (standing to the side, looking out, as if looking out a window) No, and she should have been here by now. (looks at her watch) She’s 20 minutes late.

Phyllis: Maybe we should start without her.

Leslie: I think so too. I’ve only got the baby sitter for 2 hours.

June: (reluctantly) Okay, we’ll go ahead and start the meeting. (she sits in one of the chairs near the rest of the group)

Rhoda: I hope she’s all right.

Sarah: She wasn’t doing too well the other day when I talked to her.

Phyllis: Is she still experiencing some postpartum depression?

Sarah: Yes, that combined with...well...you know. (shudders)

Phyllis: (knowingly) Oh, right. (shudders)

June: Which brings us to the reason we are here ladies. Did everyone bring her item?

June: Then let us begin. (she opens a book and begins to read) I, June Johnson, will be your facilitator this afternoon. As we join in the sisterhood of motherhood...

Leslie: (raises an eyebrow) The sisterhood of motherhood?

Rhoda: Just go with it, Leslie.

Leslie: (resigned) Okay.

June: As I was saying, as we join in the sisterhood of motherhood, let us not judge one another but uplift and encourage one another, supporting our sister mothers...

Leslie: (smirks) Sister Mothers? I’m sorry, June, but is all this really necessary?

June: (slams the book shut) Fine! I was trying to add some class to our little group but I see now that’s impossible, so I’ll forego all the formalities.

Leslie: (sarcastic) Thank you.

Sarah: Hey, you guys, we’re here to support each other, not add to the misery. Remember?

June: She’s right. I’m sorry Leslie.

Leslie: Me too, June. I’m just grouchy because I’m constantly surrounded by...

Rhoda: (patting Leslie on the arm) We all are. That’s why we’re here. Don’t worry, we’ll help each other through it.

June: Would anyone like to go first?

June: Hmmm, I guess we all have a lot to discuss today. Phyllis, you were the first one here, why don’t you go first?

Phyllis: Thank you, June. My name is Phyllis Ward and I came to S.S.A. because....

Sarah: (confused) S.S.A? What’s that?

Leslie: Yeah, I thought we were O.O.A.

Phyllis: No, we decided on S.S.A.

Rhoda: Yeah, we decided that at our last meeting. What’s O.O.A?

Sarah: Overbearing Odors Anonymous.

June: Overbearing Odors Anonymous was too long. We decided to stick with something short and sweet.

Sarah: (disbelieving) So, now we’re Short and Sweet Anonymous?

Rhoda: (aggravated) No! S.S.A. stands for Stinky Smells Anonymous!

June: Let’s just get on with it, shall we? Go ahead Phyllis.

Phyllis: My name is Phyllis Ward and I came to S.S.A. because of this! (holds up a diaper)

Phyllis: (shakes the diaper) I hate this smell! I smell it in the morning. I smell it mid-morning. I smell it at lunch, then after lunch.

Leslie: Then again in the afternoon, right?

Phyllis: Right! Then I smell it before dinner, and then right after dinner. I smell it before I go to bed!

Rhoda: Then you wake up in the middle of the night and smell it too, right?

Phyllis: Yes, sometimes 2 or 3 times a night! I even smell it in my dreams. I can’t take it anymore! (breaks down and begins to sob, as she yells) I hate the smell of dirty diapers!

June: (goes to comfort Phyllis) It’s okay, Phyllis. We’ve all been there. Just let it all out.

Phyllis: (Phyllis lets out a mangled cry) I hate ‘em! (speaks between sobs) There was a full diaper yesterday...(sobs)

Leslie: Go ahead, tell us about it.

Phyllis: I was gone for the day and my husband was watching my daughter. He gave her chili for lunch.

Leslie: Oh, no!

Phyllis: With beans! (sobs harder)

Phyllis: (continues to sob) I almost committed murder....against my own husband! (loud cries)