I hate ironing!

In my husband's dreams!

My annual iron fest is coming up and it has got me thinking about the 'I' word.

I really hate ironing and for the most part I don't do it. It is boring and hot and frankly I have better things to do with my time.

To quote my mother; "You're a long time dead" to which I have added "So why would you bother ironing?"

With that in mind the ironing policy in our house is as follows:

• My stepsons are old enough to do their own (and so be it if they don't). 
• My husband is certainly old enough to do his own. 
• My little kids look the same after 10 minutes whether I have ironed their clothes or not. 
• I don't buy myself clothes that need to be ironed. Sometimes, when I see a beautiful white linen shirt, that makes me sad but for the most part it is a sacrifice I am more than happy to make.

But when we all go to church on Christmas Day it is important to me that we look nice so on Christmas Eve I have my annual iron fest and iron everyone's clothes for the next day.

That reminds me how stupid it is and how much I hate it and I'm pretty much done for the next year.

In my defence, I am incredibly careful how I bring the clothes in from the line so we don't look too rumpled. I fold the clothes straight away and woe betide the child that play in the baskets of clean washing and gets them crumpled.

I also follow one fantastic piece of advice from Maggie Alderson who, in her SMH column, once said to always peg your t-shirts under the arms so you don't get visible peg marks. She probably doesn't even remember but she rocked my world that day!

Do you waste your life iron?