Januar 28, 2011
Let me be very clear…ironing is evil. In the pantheon of Chores I Loathe, ironing takes the cake. I can’t really tell you why, because vacuuming is noisier and dishes are waaay more frequent, but there’s something about ironing that makes my soul cry.
So I tried sitting down and doing it while watching TV, on the theory that it isn’t work if you don’t have to give it your full attention.
Then I got back up again, because doing that shit while sitting down is, if anything, even more evil. Something about those movements is just plain unnatural. It made me itch and ache and feel really silly…so ironing while standing up it has always been, ironing while standing up it shall always be.
My mother disagrees: „Wait until your first pregnancy, then you’ll definitely sit down, and you won’t ever want to change it back.“
I don’t think so. First of all, there might not be a first pregnancy, ever. (So there.)
And secondly, even if there is a pregnancy, first or n-th, I think that ought to be a legitimate excuse for just about everything. As in: „I’m sorry, I can’t do this. Why? BECAUSE I’M BUSY MAKING A HUMAN BEING, THAT’S WHY.“ (preferably said while lying comfortably on a couch, with a teacup balanced on my round belly). So…no ironing while pregnant. (The more I think about it, the more that becomes an actual point in favour of having children at some point ^.~)
Overthinking this? Who, me?!