Sorry, had an attack of the Peter Pan’s about me there! Life before children didn’t really involve “ironing” for me, everything was ironed on a “need to wear” basis and was soooo much easier. But on becoming a mother, no-one told me, no book ever pointed out that they come with a mountain of ironing!!!! Don’t get me wrong, I used to enjoy doing the odd bit of ironing, I’ve always liked this thing where you take something which looks like rubbish and turn it in a lovely spangly piece of clothing fit for a queen. But how does one tiny little human being create sooo much washing and ironing?
Recently we have had our house up for sale and I’m pleased to say we have sold BUT don’t you just hate it when you have to keep your house looking like a showhome just in case someone decides to come and have a peek? Well anyone who has a child will know, this is no easy job when you have children and a constant run on the washing machine. I have discovered in the past few weeks that each time a viewing has been arranged I have “hidden” my ironing from the impending viewers and then promptly forgotten about it! Until today that is!!! After ranting for 15 minutes that Baby Bean has no vests, no socks and hardly any clothes – perhaps the clothes monster had eaten them all? No – apparently not, some deranged woman (AKA – ME!) has hidden them all away in the bottom of a cupboard and forgotten them. OMG I have never seen a pile of ironing so big. I figured if I started chanting “I do believe in fairies, I do, I do” then maybe, just maybe – they would come and magically do all my ironing and put it all away for me!!
Hey a mother can dream can’t she! I guess the best thing I can do is put down my laptop and make a start – if I’m lucky I might be finished by tea time tonight . . . and in the next house, I’ve told hubby – I’m having a tumble dryer as I have it on good authority that you don’t need to iron half as much!!!