So I was surprised when the occasion came up that I wanted to watch a tv show in the middle of the day but couldn't justify sitting on my rear end doing nothing else... so I got out the ironing board, the iron, the scented ironing water I had bought and never used and went to work on anything I could find that needed ironing: scarves, cloth napkins, trousers, even t-shirts. I was able to watch tv and have a strong sense of accomplishment at the same time. By the time I was done, I actually felt more relaxed and had less pain in my neck. I had never known about the therapeutic value of ironing, otherwise I'd have taken it up years go.
I left the board up in the living room (much to Tim's irritation, I might add!) and looked for every opportunity to sneak back in their and iron the wrinkles out of my laundry and ruffled spirit! Tim even honored my request for a can of starch. On the day I found myself ironing The Boys' underwear and the bed sheets I figured it had gone too far. But what's a tense girl to do when all the traditionally ironable laundry is done and she needs a fix? When I start ironing my money, please have me committed. We all have our boundaries.
How about you all? Are you pro- or anti-ironing?