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In which i ironed

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I’m an incredible mother. Let me explain why.  Daniel came home last night (Friday) to spend the night and do some laundry.  The last few weeks have been very hectic with all the end of the year projects and he said he wanted to get good nights sleep, do his laundry and most importantly, bring his lacrosse stuff home.

 

I can see why he’d want to do that because all his lax stuff was in his car and it stunk to high heaven and he wanted to put it in the garage.  At any rate, he came home and we hung out and eventually Kevin came home and then what we all actually did was watch the Live capture of the Boston Bomber.

 

Sometime in the evening, Daniel remembered he wanted to do his laundry so we put in a load.  Now as you know, I’m not really the laundry person in this house although I do know how to do laundry.  The color pile was a bit too big but I didn’t feel like dealing with the shit into the night so I basically overstuffed the load; after all its just for Daniel.

 

When the first load (the colors) came out of the drier I can’t even describe to you how wrinkled everything was.  I don’t consider this my fault because we ALL forgot to get the stuff out immediately.

 

Long story short, Daniel eventually finished his laundry (I had gone to bed) and he had 5 button downs that looked quite wrinkled.  In fact, they looked downright bad.  I told him he would probably need to iron them at some point (remember how I had taught him how?) and that was that.

 

Now today (Saturday) I just came home from spinning and Daniel was still asleep and Kevin was at work.  Being the incredibly thoughtful and amazing mother that I am, I decided that I would iron Daniel’s shirts for him.  After all, I did want him to sleep in because exams are coming up and he said he was exhausted.

 

I also wanted to immediately write a post because I haven’t written all week due to my despondency over the world.  So, although I’m a pretty bad person with the iron, I began to iron his shirts.

 

I ironed the first shirt thinking that I was doing a pretty good job (for me) and then I hung it on the hanger and moved on to the second shirt. It was when I looked over at the shirt that I realized that I FORGOT to iron the sleeves and they looked completely mashed up.

 

I brought the first shirt back over (still on the hanger) and started ironing the sleeves (still with the shirt on the hanger.  I’m so capable) when I realized that Daniel always rolls up his sleeves therefore I really only needed to iron the top half as nobody would see the bottom half right?  I mean, how efficient can one human being be?

 

 

So I ironed the top half of the sleeve, decided it was good enough and moved on.  I mean, what’s the point of having perfectly ironed shirts when you won’t even do your hair the way your mom thinks you should?  If he would just put the crap in his hair to keep it from frizzing up then he would look so much more attractive and that’s far more important to the opposite sex then some wrinkles right?

 

I know this because I’ve seen how birds preen with their feathers and how much the female birds dig this.  Anyway, as I was ironing I was thinking I was an incredible mom for ironing the damn shirts but I needed to write a blog post and then I realized that HOLY SHIT, this WAS a blog post and it was writing itself.

 

Well, not completely as I’m here at the computer typing it up but still, my awesome ironing job and attitude is now an entire post.

 

By the way, I don’t mind ironing the big patches but I hate all the little odds and ends like collars and sleeves and stuff.  I wouldn’t mind ironing napkins, as they’re pretty easy.  That’s just my attitude on ironing.

 

Well, that’s it for the day.  Can’t wait for Daniel to wake up and admit that I’m the bomb!!!

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12 Comments

  1. Julie
    April 23, 2013

    Please tell me that he copped to your awesomeness.

    • Lynn
      April 23, 2013

      Actually he did ;)

  2. I know exactly what you mean about ironing. Having a slipped disc I struggled with ironing (a great excuse not to do it) but a constantly full basket of ironing grated on my OCD nerve so I bought an expensive steam iron and it is like being in a launderette with their fandangled equipment and I love it. I can just glide it over the clothes and they are ironed and I have an empty basket and all is right with the world.

    I have to admit I do moan at Hubby and my daughter for overloading the washer as I am convinced the clothes don’t get washed properly. As you can imagine I am GREAT fun to live with; I live on the edge….

    • Lynn
      April 23, 2013

      You would hate living with me

  3. Hahaha I laughed out loud when I got to the part about only ironing the top half of the sleeve- makes PERFECT sense to me! That really is efficiency at it’s finest.
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    • Lynn
      April 24, 2013

      yeah…i try to think of ways to do things easier

  4. Jester Queen
    April 23, 2013

    I want one of the steam iron thingies. Those things are fabulously awesome. In the meantime, I still refuse to own aniron
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    • Lynn
      April 24, 2013

      you don’t even own one???

  5. Sherry
    April 23, 2013

    Ironing a kid’s shirts is DEFINITELY Good Mother Points in The Motherhood Tribunal Court! I should try that sometime.

    • Lynn
      April 24, 2013

      i know right???

  6. Jodi
    April 27, 2013

    I encourage my boys to wear a jacket with their shirts so only the fronts have to be ironed. I am a good example, yes?

    • Lynn
      April 29, 2013

      Yes….must be hot in the summer though

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