I am not a domestic diva. I hate all housework, with one exception: ironing.
I learned from my dad how to iron because "it looked fun" and somehow, it still is. So I do 99% of the ironing in our house; even though none of it is mine.
It doesn't hurt that the bf can't iron to save his life (but that's okay, he's good at lots of things I really hate doing). And I can't send him to work looking like a kid that just started dressing for school on his own.
So, I iron a few times a week.
And there's something kind of rewarding from turning this: