Omigosh. I do SO much laundry. Like three loads a day. If I didn't put it away, we'd be buried in it. So I do put it away, but I'm with rivka et al on the ironing. One piece at a time, and then only for special occasions. I'm talking funerals, weddings, baptisms here. If it's not a sacrament, I don't iron for it.
It made me insane when my kids were babies how many baby clothes they had (mostly given as gifts) that had to be ironed. Who's going to iron for a three-month-old? Who has TIME to iron with a three-month-old? And the minute you break down and iron that frilly little whatever, you can bet she'll mess it up in the first three minutes it's on her itty bitty body.
Recently our iron broke - a big piece of the handle cracked and fell off. I mentioned to my husband that we needed a new one. His response: "Why? You never use it anyway." I made like I was mortally offended, but the truth is, that was two months ago, and I haven't replaced the iron yet. Haven't missed it.
Caroline
