Definitely not an Iron Maiden

I've mentioned how I'm a zombie in the evening.

It ain't that much better in the morning.

This morning, after a week off, Mr C was getting ready for work. He popped into the bathroom while I was showering and asked if I knew where he could find a bottle of water so that he could fill up the iron.

I had no idea (bloody typical really) and he wandered upstairs on the hunt.

Shortly after I came out of the bathroom, found the pants I wanted to wear and ughed. They need ironing.

However, Mr C hadn't yet finished his ironing and he still hadn't come downstairs with a jug of water, so I hitched the pants that he'd been working on over my shoulder and started to iron my own trousers, reasoning that I would cede my place when he came downstairs.

Dudes. This is the logic of a multi-tasker. Really. And I did it in the morning. I am a super star.

However....

Yes. However, when he came downstairs, he saw me ironing. WHAT HE DIDN'T SEE was ALL THE SHAMPOO on his trousers from where they had been sitting on my shoulder.

Zombie girl is at least mostly clean. Though gooey.

ACK!

Thankfully, Mr C reasoned that it would be quicker to let me finish ironing and went right into the bathroom to shower. Scrambling and somewhat frantically, I drenched his pants with water in order to rub the shampoo out.

OUT DAMN SPOT!

RUBBING WITH THE VERY TOWEL I WAS WEARING.

Fortunately, no one was around to witness the ignominy of me wrestling with a pair of pants.

Naked.

Soon though? SUCCESS!

However?

Dripping wet trousers. ACK!

OMFG!

So I did something I've NEVER DONE because of the dangerous precedent which could be set. I ironed his slacks.

It was to DRY THEM. I SWEAR!

But now, still feeling guilty, I started ironing his shirt.

Let's get something straight here. I'm terrible with an iron. There is a reason that I iron everything inside out. It hides the burn marks.

His shirt ironed, I slunk upstairs to get dressed.

Mr C, when he was all groomed and dashing, he came up to me and thanked me for ironing his things.

"A little kiss for my trouble?"

"Of course!"

If he only knew...