This was how my day started.

(My wise friends say I should buy a steamer! They might be right! But then what would I have had to write about this week?)

I ironed my son’s graduation robe the other morning. He had to wear it for the senior awards assembly at school. All the seniors put on their gowns and hats and marched in together as the rest of the school and a handful of parents watched. It was a lovely ceremony with many students honored for their years of academic and athletic achievements.

I remember many of my son’s classmates from when I volunteered in their classrooms when they were in elementary school. They all have gotten so smart (and tall!). Many of them are heading off to college to study things like applied physics and environmental engineering and music and global studies (that last one is my son’s).

So all of that was great!

The thing that was not so great?

The ironing of the robe first thing this morning, because I was too tired to do it last night.

I hate ironing.

I hate ironing and my son has never ironed anything in his life, so while I’m sure some would argue that it should be his responsibility to iron his own graduation robe, I decided that this would be a challenge we would tackle another day.

I have read books about people who enjoy ironing. They find it meditative.

This has never been my experience. Continue Reading…