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Yeah, I don’t iron. Seriously, I can’t remember the last time I ironed before tonight. How do I get away with it? I don’t buy clothes that need ironing. Duh! Sorry, didn’t mean to be so judgemental there. How could you have known that I restrict my and my family’s clothing options like that? The Daddy usually just wears khaki pants and a Hawaiian shirt to work every day so, as long as I don’t wait too long to get the clothes out of the dryer, they usually look pretty darned presentable from the get-go. If I forget to pull ‘em out, I just start up the dryer again for a few minutes and voila! Relatively wrinkle-free clothing. And if the shirt isn’t entirely wrinkle-free, all that busy Hawaiian-print goodness hides any of those sneaky little wrinkles. Since my Momiform is usually just jeans and a t-shirt or sweater, no ironing is needed there. Taylor’s wardrobe consists mostly of jeans, sweats or knit pants, and t-shirts or sweaters, too. Again, no ironing. And then there’s always the fact that sometimes we just walk around slightly disheveled. Because I hate to iron. No, more accurately, I loathe ironing. With the fire of a thousand suns.

Why? Let me use tonight as an example. I had several things that I needed to iron tonight and, just as I had managed to iron my first wrinkle into the first item of clothing (reason #1 that I hate to iron), there was unexpected movement of the ironing board and I burned my arm with the iron (reason #2 that I hate to iron). It’s just not safe for me to be handling extremely hot objects. I’m just not capable. Really, I’m not kidding.

Then I turned my attention to the cute iron-on t-shirts of Tater Tot’s favorite Yo Gabba Gabba characters that I’m making for her for Christmas. Think about it. Have you ever ironed knit material? It loooooves to smoosh and squish while you’re ironing it and create wrinkles as you iron! With my history of over-developed ability to create wrinkles while ironing, I knew that this was going to be a challenging task. And it was. But I managed to complete the shirts without screwing up the iron-on transfers so I’ll consider this evening to be a whopping success!

Now that my arm has stopped throbbing, I will acknowledge that sometimes this Mommy just will not be able to let her family go around looking like they are orphans and bachelors and I will have to concede to ironing occasionally. I’m just glad that those occasions are few and far between…