Iron Woman

May 28, 2009 by  
Filed under Blog It Out, Bitch

My Mom has been living with us for almost three months now and I have to say, so far, its been pretty cool. Everyone is getting along, and more importantly, no one has died.

My biggest fear is that I would be expected to change the way I do things, but I’ve been pretty much left the hell alone. And that’s just the way I like it. I’m too old and stubborn to change. That doesnt mean; however, that my mother doesn’t point out certain… habits. Nothing like having a fresh pair of eyes to help you realize that you are, in fact, insane.

Take last night for instance. I bought the game Animal Crossing: Wild World for the Nintendo DS because having AC: City Folk for the Wii just wasn’t enough. Besides, I need something to keep me busy for those nights I’m held hostage as Jack’s human pacifier before he falls asleep. So, Donny and Jack had just fallen asleep when I tried to configure the DS to our wireless and it asked for the WEP code.

I had no idea what that was so I woke Donny up and asked him, “What’s our WEP code or can you tell me how to find it?” He thought for a few seconds… which stretched into a full minute. He took the DS and groggily typed in codes. All were wrong.

“You gotta go through the router on the computer in the bonus room.”

“O.K. How do I do that?”

He sighs, gets out of bed with the DS and leaves the room. I took that opportunity to run downstairs and see what Kali, Bruklyn, and my Mom were doing. It was after 11p.m., but the girls are out of school for the summer and determined to stay up to see sunrise at least once and my mother doesn’t get off Animal Crossing on the Wii in her bedroom until at least 1 a.m.

“What’s up?,” my mother asked when I entered her room.

“Nothing.”

“Donny and Jack sleeping?”

“Jack is. I woke up Donny to get this code I needed to get the DS online.”

“Nina! Why’d you wake that man up for that?”

I then gave her the honest-to-God answer that didn’t at all seem pain-in-the-assish when I did it.

“Well, he’d only been asleep for a short while when I woke him up.”

“That’s no excuse. You need your ass kicked.”

She always says that to me. She never says that about Donny. OK, once. He left Bella outside and she chewed up a bunch of cardboard boxes and she said, “Your husband needs his ass kicked.” But usually, she takes his side.

This is nothing new. She always took my brother and sisters’ sides over mine growing up. But that’s okay too because I know that deep down I’m her favorite… or it’s that belief that keeps me from developing a complex.

Having my mother around has generated many childhood memories. Just watching her with my little sister gives me wartime-like flashbacks. Sometimes, right in front of my mother, I will turn to my 12-year-old sister and ask, “She gets on your nerves, doesn’t she? It’s okay. You can tell me. I know she does. ‘Cause she got on mine.” At which point my mother will pout and feign hurt feelings. “I do not get on her nerves!!”

“Yes you do. She’s just too young and afraid to say it, but I’m grown. You’re a pain in the ass.”

Nothing triggers old-school memories though like my Mom’s big habit (read:obsession), ironing. I didn’t even know people still used irons. When she first moved in she asked where we kept our iron. It took me five minutes to realize that we owned one and another ten to remember where we kept it… and even then, Donny had to tell me. We only own one because the lady who helped us register for wedding gifts tsk-tsk’d when I tried skipping over it on the list.

My mother irons any and every thing. She will iron socks if you let her. She has an ironing board set up in her room. Once, I went in there and picked up an aerosol can from her dresser expecting to find hair spray or air freshener. It was starch!

And she’s always trying to iron my clothes. Sometimes while I’m still in them. She follows me before I leave the house. “You want me to run an iron over that shirt?”

“Not really.”

And she says “an” iron not “the” iron as if we have more than one to choose from. She’s lucky I found the one!

I pretty much leave her and her ironing habit alone. Except when it comes to jeans. I draw the line at jeans. She sends her jeans to the dry cleaners! What the shit?

One morning, she came into my bedroom and just as she opened the door I woke up. She stood in my doorway with the light from the hallway window coming in behind her. Because of that and the fact that I was still groggy, I could only make out her outline.

“You up?”

“Yeah. Where you going all dressed up?”

“What do you mean?,” she asked stepping further into the room and thus allowing me to get a better look at her. “I’m only wearing a shirt and jeans.”

And sure enough, she was. But the damn crease in her jeans was so sharp, I thought she had on dress slacks.

“Shut up and leave my jeans alone!” She huffed out the room as I rolled around on my bed in laughter.

Then, one evening I was getting ready for class and complaining that all of my jeans were dirty.

“Want to wear a pair of mine?,” she asked going into her closet and returning with a pair of jeans draped over a plastic-covered hanger.

“Ummm…”

“Girl, ain’t nothing wrong with these jeans.” She removed the plastic, unfolded the jeans from the hanger and handed them to me.

I opened them up and it was like unfolding those paper gowns at the doctor’s office. They were stiff and paper-like.

“Jesus Christ! I’m not wearing these!”

“I ask for heavy starch at the cleaners.”

“I see. Those creases could cut a throat.”

“Shut the hell up and give me my jeans!”

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You know what, You could always get someone else to do the ironing for you. In the Uk, I run an ironing service, that does washing as well. Cant guarantee the normal 48 hour return though, and the return costs might be expensive. LOL. But if your ma is soing the ironing, just let her.

That and maid service sound heavenly!

I hate ironing, but I do it on occasion. I don't think that I could get with the crease in the jeans though...

my momaaaaa too!!! She talks about me sooooo bad cause i think a lil wrinkle never hurt anybody. My mom told me "why you lettin my grandson walk round here lookin' lika step chile?"

I hadn't even noticed. HAHAHAHAH.

You can't deny that a person looks best when clean and pressed. If you've got that kind of time and it means that much to you, by all means, iron away. I on the other hand operate just this side of bum. In the 7 1/2 years I've been retired I've probably worn pressed or dry cleaned duds a total of 10 times.
I remember ironing Chris' pleated school uniforms, that was a pain in the ass.

I just finished ironing Olivia's clothes. Hush Yo mouth woman. I like ironing.

I hate wrinkled clothes and I hate ironing (but I do it.) I have a whole section of clothes in my closet that I can't wearn to work because I don't have time to iron them in the morning. Instead, for clothes that are dryer safe, I just mist them with water using a spray bottle and toss them in the dryer. =) ( I just read other comments so you use this trick too)

You must have a golden p**** if Donny woke up to connect your game. Any other man would have rolled over and put the pillow over his head (rightfully so.)

I knew I loved your mom.*

*No, not because she irons. Because, she, too, thinks you need your butt kicked... and often. :)

I loved this.

And just so you know, I have woken (us that a word?) the PB up for similar missions on many occasions.

Your mom sounds great.

This Animal Crossing scares me. I am too busy as it is.

I cannot wear crease in my jeans or any pants. If someone irons my pants for me I tell them how I like it iron right away. No creaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Ohhhhh. Just thinking about it makes me feel anxious. I also don't use spray starch.

I find that if you fold clothes right after taking them out of the dryer then you rarely have to iron. But I do own an iron and board. My grandmother use to iron her slips.

My daughter found that she likes to ask me for things when I'm sleeping or half asleep. I talk in my sleep so I can have a full conversation with someone and not remember. At all. One night she scared the crap out of me. I woke up and she wasn't around. She says she asked me to sleep over my cousins house and I said yes. My aunt was there and verified but I don't remember at all. lol Now I tell her ask before I go to bed or make sure I'm awake wake. lol

I own two irons, but NEVER iron. I have them for these little craft project my daughter has. She got the craft before we had an iron, and my silly ass tried to heat up a sauce pan and use it to heat the little plastic craft thing. My stepmother heard about this and bought me an iron, but I had since gone out and picked up a cheapo one.

“That’s no excuse. You need your ass kicked.”

THAT IS EFFING CLASSIC. CLASSSSSSSSSIC!!!!!!!!

You don't iron? WTF? Y'all be walking around with trial sized bottles of downy wrinkle release? :P

Man, they don't make sistas like they used to... =) *runs* I KID!

I was talking to my former PM (project manager) about a coworker of his whom had her mom move in with her and her husband. That's against Man Law #3248: Men are NOT going for any one's momma staying with them in the house, unless it's THEY momma.

In this case, his co-worker shared that her husband loved the fact that her mother stayed with them. Apparently that raised a few eyebrows, because of the well known rule #3248. Not only that, she went on to say he got anxious when his momma in law wasn't around. That really raised eyebrows.

Turns out it was momma who did the cooking, ironed his shirts...did all the lil' things, and my former PM and his male coworkers figured it out.

If it wasn't for her momma moving in, divorce was going to imminent... Momma was there to keep her daughter married....lol

Bwahahahaha! I think I've done one load of laundry since she's been here and prepared zero meals... which, come to think of it, is kinda like before she got here.

And the dryer is my iron!

I remember Saturday afternoons as a kid, after the laundry was washed my mom standing in front of the TV ironing. I remember cause her cord was always getting in the way of my dad's view, I guess. That was mostly for her work clothes but she did press whatever I might have had the needed it too now that I think of it. Eventually she paid the older lady who babysat me to supplement her social security to also iron.
I might add that although I am not much on ironing, things always 'feel' cleaner when they are freshly ironed. I don't know....

I iron my kids clothes every morning before they get dressed for school. I ain't the one to have them looking like they Mama don't give a fuck. Depending on the type of shorts or pants/jeans their wearing I usually don't do the crease - unless I'm ironing the boys Dickie's pants or shorts. Dickie's look tight with creases! No need for starch with them either - they come starched to high Hell already... My hubby on the other hand is a starch & crease freak! But he sho' look fly as hell when he steps out the house. I only iron when I got to be somewhere... like work or something important.

Ironing towels, undies, socks, sheets & pillowcases is just SICK!

If someone dies, gets married, or I'm single and going out and I need sex, I'll iron. Other than that.....pffft.

Yeah...I dont iron anything. I throw clean clothes in the dryer for a few minutes if they are too winkled for my taste. Im not picky. Doing laundry is a constant battle as it is, I DO NOT need another step.

Another thing about ironing clothes. if you remove the clothes from the dryer while they are still warm an iron never has to touch them. Flick the shirt out like a flag, fold it or hang it up and keep it moving.

I own an iron, but no ironing board, I live in an apartment and don't have room for the damn thing. if something is SUPER wrinkled I iron it, on a towel, on my bed.

YES! That's my idea of ironing. The dryer. And yeah, when I did iron, it was on the floor or my bed on a towel.

My mother does the same thing to me. My mother is 84yrs old and believes every pair of pants needs to be ironed and every shirt she can lay her hands on too! She freaking ironed my cargo pants till I started folding them and putting them on the top shelf of my closet! At least I got her to stop ironing my jeans though.

Now quit cuttin up rough and let your poor mother iron and starch those jeans LOL!

I can't leave the house without ironing my clothes, unless I'm wearing sweats and a tshirt to go workout. My mama would reach up from her grave and slap the black off me.

Donny is great because my husband would have told me to take my ass to bed. No way would he have gotten up to find the code or, get me connected.

Hey..... I still iron. I can't stand to see our clothes not pressed. My husband tells me I could cut off about 30 minutes to my morning regimen by not ironing our clothes. But again I don't like wrinkled clothes. I think it's because it was something my mom required of us when we were children. I remember being 8 years old learning to iron my own clothing.

Starch is great. Tell your mom she could save on dry-cleaning by doing the heavy duty starching herself. At WalMart (and I'm sure everywhere else but I do alot of household shopping at Walmart) they have a brand called Stay-Flo (comes in a blue bottle almost looks like a small bleach bottle). All she has to do is dilute it with water to how thick she wants it. When I was a teen I used to make my jeans stand up by pressing them so hard (how dorky was I).

I don't say "an iron" I do say "the iron" though.

My mother claims to hate ironing, but she irons all of my father's work clothes (because she thinks it's a "wifey" thing to do), and she irons all of their sheets and pillowcases. Sometimes she skips the sheets, but the pillowcases always get pressed. She says there's nothing like pressed pillowcases to sleep on. I will never know, because I don't do it. And I don't remember my childhood pillowcases being all that, either. Mine chases you with an iron in one hand and she's pulling off your shirt with the other. "Let me iron that for you!" Your mom sounds rad.

I too shall never know the joys of a pressed pillowcase.

Fuck that.

I iron a lot....but I'm not a starch freak. My grandmother starches EVERYTHING, even my grandfather's dickies.

I finally got the Wii set up in my bedroom and finally bought AC:City Folk. I started playing last night and am just exploring as of now. I can't get a friend code yet though, our internet is all screwy.

Heheh. You said dickies.

Get your internet right so you can come over! What is your native fruit? I'll hook you up with the rest of the fruit.

I've got peaches.

I can't wait to get home today, I want to change my girl and put on my Mii face but the damn salon was closed last night...lol.

Further proving how MUCH of a dork I am.

I'll hook you up with some fruit. And let me know what furniture sets you're looking to start collecting.

You should get the game guide. For reals.

My mom also says, "an iron." I don't get it. I only have an iron because my mother bought me one before I moved, but I used it once on fusible interfacing for something I was sewing, not for any of my clothes.

Yes, she says "an" iron like she has to go hunt down a random one.

I don't know the last time i heard someone say: you want me to run an iron over that shirt.

Your Mom's momisms makes me happy she reminds me of family members.

Girl, black folk is black folk is black folk the whole world over.

This was hilarious!
We are the same age, Nina. My little brother, who is 5 years younger than me, told me that he'd better not EVER hear me tell my son to iron his jeans again. He was mortified that I'd even made the suggestion. Then he told him to just iron down the front and back but don't put them on their sides so that he doesn't get creases. The creases are apparently a big no no. That child looked like a damn paper sack that had been pressed down in a garbage compactor.
I rarely iron because I don't wear fabrics that require ironing much. I only iron cotton shirts for Sunday church purposes. But, sometimes you just need to. Our iron broke and I feel LOST. I can't let my little ones go out to school looking like vagrants that stand a sure shot of being casted in Oliver! So, I feel your mom. But, I definitely raise a sharp side eye at her for sending jeans out to the cleaners. I know where the cleaners is because it's next door to Starbuck's.

Once my Mom moved in, she began getting up to get Kali and my sis ready for school. BIG help for the nights I would put Jack to sleep and then have to stay up till 2 a.m. doing school work. Anyway, one day Kali came home and I was like, "What the frak?!" Her clothes were all pressed and shit. I thought to myself, "See, this is how I used to look going to school." I've never ironed a piece of Kali's clothing. Ever. Ever. In ten years of her life. Ever.

My Mom actually offered to iron a pair of Jack's jeans the other day. I was like, "Woman, he crawls on the floor all day!"

I must admit that I've been ironing my children's clothes since day one. My husband thought the same way you do (why they are crawling around on the floor and have to change outfits 2 or 3 times a day). A friend of mine told me once I make her feel bad because she never irons her kids clothes. Ever.

lol. jacks jeans? lmaoooooooooooooooooo

Creases are a major no no in my book. I iron my daughters church clothes.

LMAO "who still irons?"

unfortunately sometimes i have to. dont like it tho. you know i was wondering when you were going to post something about your mommy and you, it kinda falls under mommy monday lol are you still doing sundays with kali? hows that going?

I'm with Raeann....I only iron when I have to be in hearings the next day. A regular work day usually finds me wearing wrinkled pants AND shirt!!! LOL

and when I'm not at work.....pfffft

God I love that your mom can live with you. I rue the day when my parents will have to move in with me. You're a lucky family lady my friend.
be well and enjoy it all

Dry cleaning jeans eventually puts a line down the front in them. I have a friend who irons her underwear. I don't understand it. I am lucky I wear a shirt that isn't wrinkled.

I don't understand why anyone would iron anything. Dress/business wear is dry cleaned. Everything else is wash-n-go in my opinion. Then again, I'm a jeans, t-shirt, tank tops, and flip flops kinda girl.

Don't you iron you khaki pants?