Tonight, I ironed some clothes. If you don't think that's worth mentioning, it's either because you've never ironed any yourself, or because you're a lot better at it than I am.
There are jobs to be done in life that I'll never master and ironing is one of them. I enjoy the idea of pressing something to make it look better, but as soon as I start, I remember all over again how impossible ironing is for me. I think there is a special place in heaven for those mothers and wives that spend days of their lives ironing clothes.