There's an argument that says life is too short to iron. A similar argument says that it's just fine to wear something for more than a day as long as it doesn't look dirty.
Well in this house, the clothes go in the laundry every day at bath time. (And yes, the children get compulsory baths every day). Whenever I can, I peg the washing on the line to dry rather than using the dryer. And pretty much everything except socks, towels and sheets gets ironed.
When the children were very young, hanging out washing was a bit of a nightmare. They always NEEDED me right as I was heading for the line. Ironing was a pain too - I couldn't do it when they were haring around the lounge for fear of the board being knocked over.
But now they're a bit older I have discovered something rather wonderful. The time I spend hanging out washing has become my reflection time. The children rarely come out (boring!) and so I can usually guarantee fifteen uninterrupted minutes Many an epiphany has been received while I've been standing at the line! It's a time to think about the stuff that matters!
Similarly, ironing night is my time too. . I usually take around an hour to do the ironing once a week. I might watch a DVD or have the radio on (no TV in the lounge). But like hanging out washing, it doesn't really take any brain space to do, it's not noisy or physically draining - like mowing lawns say , and it's something that really needs to be done in one burst. So it's the perfect time to think, to reflect, and to be a bit introspective. Which is something I think we should all do, and don't indulge in often enough.
So when someone says to me ''ironing!?! - I don't know where you find the time!'', or even ''ironing!?! - waste of time" - my response is, no way, that's one of the best hours I spend each week.