There are some things that come super easy to do for our significant other. What makes my man happy? In our home, it’s me performing acts of service such as cooking, running errands and back scratches. Well, not so much back scratches anymore. Why? Three kids, one dog, all over me, all the time. Sorry babe. Get in line. 🙂
There are other things that I LOATH within my domestication arsenal. I mean, stuff I REALLY dislike doing in our home. I hate it so much that I literally put it off until the rack in the laundry room can hold no more. I don’t pay someone else to do it because, well, I’m a full-time mom and that makes me feel guilty. That wretched thing is IRONING people. It backfired on me this weekend though. I failed my husband. Here’s my story:
This weekend the baby daddy and I were able to get away for a wedding where our children were not invited. (Yassss! Thank you unnamed bride from heaven above. High five, fist bump.) We bolted out-of-town as fast as we could, cruised the interstate for a few hours and then joyfully checked into our King Suite hotel room. Ah…freedom!
We were getting all dolled up to go adult on a hot date and the father of my three children asked me. “Hey babe, can you please iron my shirt?”
I am under zero stress, it’s only one measly shirt and there is literally nothing else for me to do so I sarcastically say with a smile, “Sure! I love to iron and, also, I’m staying at a Holiday Inn Express.”
I whip out the ironing board from the closet, plug-in the iron, let it heat up for a few, grab the dress shirt and get to work. Shoulders done. Sleeves accomplished. Why don’t I do this more? It’s really not that bad when there’s no chaos going on.
Then, I move to the torso of the shirt. What the? The shirt is dirty! “Babe, why didn’t you have me wash this shirt before we left?” He replies, “well, I didn’t know if you would iron it or not.” Ok, solid burn. Point made.
I wash it as best I can under the circumstances and get it looking acceptable. I present the flawed merchandise to my beloved husband. My shock? He grins from ear to ear, is so appreciative and bear hugs me while thanking me profusely.
The next night, same thing. I whip out the iron, grab the shirt, start the process and I find that shirt also needed to be washed! I straight up hang my head in shame as I double-check all the creases and make sure the collar is crisp.
I think to myself, “how long has it really been since he threw a dress shirt in the laundry? Surely I would have taken care of it if I would have known. But wait, there is that one shirt he gave you that’s been hanging in the laundry room from five months waiting to be ironed.”
Gah! Reality came crashing down on me. My poor husband hasn’t been putting his shirts in the laundry because he doesn’t have the confidence in me that I will get it back in his closet cleaned and ironed in a timely manner! Just go ahead and slap the Scarlet Letter on my forehead and stone me in the city center. Oh the shame!
I felt so bad that, today, I went through every article of clothing in his closet, washed everything that was dirty or needed to be ironed and made it happen. It took all of seven hours to be exact because I’m not the most proficient ironer and, as always, had to multitask. I even put the clothes back in the closet. Say what?
I guess I say all this to point out the fact that sometimes the things we dislike doing the most are the very things that make our spouse feel loved and appreciated. Life goes by so fast with kids. We blink and literally it’s been months and we have neglected our spouse in some way.
As nerf bullets whiz by my face, the four-year old yells “get ’em daddy” and my eldest ducks behind the couch with his double barrel, I remember that I forgot to put up the four articles of freshly ironed clothing in one of the kid’s closets. I pause writing to knock that out before I forget.
Well, no good deed goes unpunished! Low and behold the dog has had an apparent accident of epic proportions and the kitchen still needs to be cleaned. For real? I’ve been a good wife today. That pup sure is cute but…”Honey, help!”
He delivers. We are both happy. In this moment, we have an exchange of teamwork and mutual appreciation. Marriage isn’t always this way but what a reminder of how good it is when we get it right.
I despise ironing but I’ll learn to “tolerate” it. Wink wink.
For love, marriage and unwrinkled clothes.