Ironing the joy

OK, its Sunday night again and once upon a time I made this night my ironing night whilst watching the box. That was Just before Abby came along and I was nesting. So I am going to try it again. Obviously not tonight though. It has become routine now that once I have given the kids breakfast and I see DP wonder into the room where all the clothes are I squeeze past him, turn the iron on and proceed to pull the wrinkled shirt from the ironing pile, or worse panick when there is not a clean work shirt in the ironing pile. I tell you there is no better heart starter for the day. Yes the hardship of our lives hey. Now its not that he is incapable of ironing a shirt, and he does do it, but I like to show my love by doing this for him especially seeing that he makes his own lunch at the moment (from nothing most days) and actually has NEVER complained about anything I don't do or there being nothing decent to take for lunch. He has been known to take some bread slices and a can of beetroot. To sum up this interesting post on the topic of ironing this is one of the organisational proceedures I am going to put back into place to help put this house back in some sort of order. - Next week of course.