It's been 9 months since my boyfriend and me moved together. As a working couple we had agreed to share house work and chose what to do on our preferences. I managed to drop off the worst job ever, ironing clothes to the boyfriend. Does anyone enjoy ironing? He freed himself from cleaning the floor.
It started all well and peachy but soon the piles of laundry got bigger and bigger. I didn't worry that much; I now had a reason to keep buying new clothes so I don't need to wait on the ironing. At some point the ironing was always done and my new clothes were still in my closet! I'm now looking at another large pile of clothes, with another new dress in my hand and worrying that if he doesn't iron them quickly I will soon have a hole in my pockets!
Or maybe it's time for me to do some ironing!