I did some ironing the other day.
That statement scares even me.
First of all I had to find the ironing board, which was covered in non ironing related crap in the loungeroom.
The crap consisted of several dvds, in and out of their cases, a block of wood (I have no idea why it was there or its function), a dinner bowl that I absolutely refuse to move as 1) it's not mine and 2) I'm not the house slave, and a pair of muddy work boots size unknown.
After I threw everything on the floor, I proceded to start the ironing which is such an outdated house chore that I can't even remember how to do it.
I know you're saying "oh Farmers Wifey", surely you jest, you DO know how to iron don't you"?
But of course I do, but it's just the mundanity of the task that makes me let it build up until The Hubbster has no tee shirts to wear because they are all in the ironing basket.
Mundanity is a word as I googled it on Free Online Dictionary in case you're wondering....
So after I ironed his 12 shirts! and found enough coathangers to hang them on, there wasn't alot left in the ironing basket which leads me to think that The Hubbster only wears clothes that need to be ironed and the rest of us wear iron free clothes which I love.
Except for Miss T's pleated school skirts which totally suck but I wouldn't let her wear them unironed so I grit my teeth and iron the pleats.
Actually I also iron jeans and my work pants but I don't iron sheets, pillow cases or tea towels and if I ever got to that stage I think I'd rather stick forks in my eyes because then I would know I had too much time on my hands....
I'd rather play Lego with the kids.
Image from Photobucket I'm sure my Ironman obsessed son will appreciate this.