My grandmother ironed everything. She was a very anxious person thanks to an abusive first marriage, and I think ironing was therapy for her.

I learned to iron on my dad's handkerchiefs and the pillowcases. All my sheets are 100% cotton, and while I would love to have ironed pillowcases, I do the fold in thirds and stick on the bottom of the pile type of ironing. I did iron a lot restoring antique and vintage clothes, quilts, and doll clothes, plus I helped in the costume shop, as well as doing wardrobe for several shows.

I used to wear cotton clothing--tuxedo shirts, gathered skirts, and I didn't mind ironing to get the right look. Now I get out the iron for things like a length of lace or ribbon I'm using to decorate something. We have an ironing board, but I'd rather throw a towel over the breakfast bar or the dining table than wrestle it out of the claws where it hangs on the closet wall.

I can't remember the last time I ironed something. AIFG!

DH irons. I don't. He does a fantastic job. When I asked him where he learned, he said he did a search and found a website for trans women that really nailed the process in a way he could totally understand. I wish we still had it bookmarked because the blog was totally charming.

Owen told me today that he thinks he's asexual. I picked him up from basketball practice and we were talking about the boys on the team. The subject of girlfriends came up and I asked him if he liked a girl. "No," he said. I asked him if he liked a boy. "No. I think I'm asexual."

I paused and asked him what that meant. He said, "It means I don't have any romantic interest in boys or girls."

He hasn't hit puberty yet but I've been suspecting this for a while. Liv announced her first boyfriend in the second grade. She loves boys.

I think our iron is only used to pop dents out of wood.

I will clean bathrooms

I will not vacuum - so there is only one rug in the house.

And if some one would hang up my clothes -- I'll put the rest away...

so I will do dishes, sweep floors, feed the cats, do the laundry, grocery shop , cook sometimes,

not crazy about cleaning the liter box

dusting I sometimes do because you should...

someone else can change the bed . or at least help

I think our iron is only used to pop dents out of wood.

Love this.

I loath housework of every kind.

Ouch. Right there with you.

I hate scooping litter boxes, but I don't mind dumping and refilling. I confess to only disinfecting them when it is warm enough to have the garden hose hooked up because I hose the NAST away then spray with bleach based cleaner, then dry in the sun. There are a ton of things I don't mind doing elsewhere that seem like pure drudgery at my own home. I don't mind cleaning bathrooms, for one.

One task I love is opening the windows on the first warm day of spring, and going after all the woodwork with Murphy's Oil Soap.

I can wash a small car with two buckets of water.

I don't mind mowing the lawn if I can use a lightweight electric mower.

I hate putting my own laundry away, but I don't mind putting someone else's on hangers (I'm willing to fold but you may not like the results because I don't have the ability to be detail-oriented with matching seams up).

I like yard work. I haven't been able to do much this year, and I miss it.

I think I like vacuuming because I can see the physical results, even if they are horrifying. I can dump out that little cannister and say "oh merciful Zeus. 5 minutes ago all that crap was in my rug. And now it's not."