To iron or not to iron. That is the question of the day.
All I can think of today is how I have to start ironing Mast 5’s uniforms. I don’t do ironing. I think it is a waste of precious time. I don’t iron a thing. I’m lucky that my work uniform is made from a material that doesn’t require ironing as is hubby’s. I believe that if you hang your clothes out correctly and fold as you take them off the line, then there is no need to iron. I don’t think everyone agrees that though.
When I was pregnant with Mast 5, the nesting bug hit and I ironed all his itty bitty garments. Hubby sat there in disbelief.
“What are you doing?”
“Ironing his clothes.” (derr, it was quite obvious really!)
“No I mean, why? You don’t iron. Put it down before you hurt yourself”
So I put down the iron. Did his little size 0000 bond singlets need ironing? No. Stupid nesting messing with my head.
So once your kid starts school and starts wearing a proper shirt and dress shorts, the need to iron becomes apparent. You can’t just chuck his uniform in the dryer to remove creases. Oh no – I need to iron his collar down and put creases in sleeves and shorts. Like how does one even do that?
So I did what all good mothers do – I went and bought a fancy schmancy new iron and ironing board to make the task at hand more appealing.
The iron is still in its box.
Today is the day – the iron is coming out of the box!
Who even am I?
This is not me. I hate ironing. God help me if I actually start to iron every week.
A quick chat around the office the other day led to my conclusion that ironing is a generation thing. The ladies in the office who are a 10 – 15yrs older than me all iron. Even their pillowcases. Yeah, I know. Pillowcases? Apparently its nicer to sleep on a freshly pressed pillow case. Clearly I wouldn’t know…. My pillow cases most definitely not ironed. One lady gets her ironing done for her (high five L!). The younger girls don’t iron either. Or they still get mum to do it for them.
But lets go back to the ironing creases in the sleeves and shorts – seriously how do you do that? Am I going to burn his shirt with the iron being too hot? I hope there is a instruction manual in the box. Of course I am joking… I kind of know how to use one….kind of.