According to my DP I have my mardy pants on (not ironed - life is too short to iron.
Many years ago he made a complaint about my lack of ironing skills and shirt sleeves so since then he's been responsible for ensuring he has ironed attire for work.
But since the kids arriving and me being part-time working, if I have time I add them to the usual household ironing.
2 weeks ago I ironed 11 shirts. He never said thank you to me. He said "oh" when I informed him that he need not worry for the next fortnight about shirts.
On Monday he's off away for the week at a conference. Best shirts required.
I did the ironing last night (he went out for a pint or 5 with a friend). I looked at his shirts and thought "No. No thank you. No shirts ironed."
He is huffing and puffing at how petty I am.
I think he may be right. It now feels petty.
Do I set up the ironing board and crack on or do I enjoy an evening of undomesticated bliss?