Day 234/365 - August 22

Sunday always means ironing at our house. If not, that means daily ironing in order to have Avery's uniforms ready for school each day. I Wes (because we all know that he does most of the ironing) would much rather iron in bulk, over the weekend, than in the middle of the morning rush.

For whatever reason, Wes wasn't home to iron this afternoon which meant that the burden fell on my shoulders.

I really do not enjoy ironing at all. Some people get joy from the neat, finished product. I'm not one of those people.