Saturday, May 23, 2009

Domestic goddess

One Saturday morning when I was 8 1/2 months pregnant our ironing board broke. Beset with pregnancy insanity:
(if I don't iron these clothes today and the baby comes tonight I will never iron them and the whole family will always have to wear creased clothes and be the scourge of society and my children will never have any friends and then they will never get married and they will always live at home with me with their wrinkled clothes and dirty dishes and toys scattered all over the house that no one but ME ever picks up!)
...I decided we should go buy an ironing board. Even crazier, it was suggested that the whole family walk down to the homeware shop in town to get one. A walk that takes a normal, non-gestating adult 10 minutes, but there was only one of those people in our party so this was going to be quite an excursion.

We got the ironing board and started trudging back up the hill to get home. And got lots of strange looks from people on the way. Looks that said:
'Is that an ironing board?'
'Why would you buy an ironing board if you're walking?'
'Is that a very pregnant woman carrying the ironing board?'
'Is that the very pregnant woman's husband walking with her?'
'Why isn't he carrying the ironing board?'

And the answer, of course, is that in the choice between getting the ironing board home and wrangling two children home (the two-year-old who didn't want to be in the buggy, and the three-year-old who did), my husband made the sacrificial and loving choice.

We got home, made a cup of tea, and sat down, too exhausted to do any ironing after all that.

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3 comments:

jsi 7:37 AM  

What a visual you have created with this story. And Carrying that ironing board is a small price to pay, I agree!
Have a great day today...my ironing will be done about 6 p.m. I save it for listening to my favorite radio program, The Prairie Home Companion.

Jo 12:39 PM  

The whole thought process from no ironing board to grown children living at home...MMS!
It sounds quite similar to a hormonal outbreak I had when Caed was 4 days old. I just HAD to have an infant thermometer b/c what if he got sick in the next 5 minutes and I didn't know how to tell if he had a fever??? I remember Larry asking "Now? Do you need it RIGHT now?" and me hissing "YESSSS!!!"

Ali 3:32 PM  

I love this story but am a little bemused by the fact that people in Dublin found you walking through town with an ironing board odd. My aunt once had to take an ironing board home on the bus. Nobody looked twice as if it happened everyday. Hold on, in Belfast it probably does!!

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