Gettin' out the wrinkles...

OK, now is confession time. I know this one might backfire but, here goes...I love ironing. There, I've said it! Now, please don't show up on my doorstep with baskets full of wrinkled clothes. The thing is this, the other day, I was feeling particularly overwhelmed by the whole going back to work thing and all that goes with it. Mighty Dad was home and my list of things to do seemed endless, yet I couldn't seem to get started on anything. One of the things on my list happened to be: iron work clothes. So, I grabbed all of my wrinkled shirts as well as some from the other closets around the house and set off for the laundry room.

As I began to work on getting things 'straightened out', my mind started to wander and somehow just went to a happy place. As each stubborn wrinkle vanished, so too did my anxiety. And that's when the realization struck me, I love ironing!

I have some good memories of ironing. My mom wasn't too keen on the chore, however, my Grama must have LOVED it. She ironed everything; t-shirts, jeans, sheets, table cloths. I have vivid memories of her coming to visit. I think she and my mom had it worked out ahead of time, the basket of ironing would be waiting and Grama would get to it immediately. I remember the smell of crisp, steamed laundry. That little puff or mist to get even the worst wrinkle flattened.

All of these memories came flooding back to me as I stood in my tiny basement laundry room. I think ironing is a lost art, or else this is a huge Supermom secret and there are others out there who find the chore as cathartic as I do! I guess it just seems like we're all in such a hurry to get things done. There are conveniences everywhere to help the average Supermom deal with her day to day housework quickly and efficiently. Ironing on the other hand takes time. Sure there are little tricks to eliminate wrinkles but to get the true effect of a neatly pressed shirt, there is no choice but to switch on the iron, setup the squeaky old board and get to it.

Now, please don't start thinking I'm one of 'those women'. The betty-crocker/june-cleaver/yes-dear-I-simply-love-housework types. Catch me on the wrong day, as I'm chasing children away from dangling cords and praying I don't scald myself, and I might not speak so lovingly of the chore. However, when I just need a break to take a breath and get some perspective, ironing will do the trick. For some Supermoms it's yoga, or running, or shopping or chocolate or... and at times, it's those things for me too (well, maybe not the running), but it's just nice once in a while to reconnect and get your bearings before you jump into the crazy 3 ring circus we Supermom's call life!

So, maybe you try it, and maybe you just take my word for it, but the truth is out and I can't deny it...I Love Ironing!!