To iron or not to iron? That is the question I ask myself as I approach my third season as an airbnb host on our little glamping site in the hills
Yes, I know it’s a pretty trivial question. There are a lot more important questions that could be asked in this life. But it is one I grapple with.
As I write this, I’m imagining my younger self, rolling her eyes in disgust. I hear her voice in my head.
Younger Self ‘Hey, you’re meant to be a feminist. What’s all this stuff about sheets and ironing. What about changing the world, making a real contribution….??’
Me ‘ mumble, mumble….well the guests comfort is really important to me, and I like things to be nice..’
Younger Self ‘Nice???Is this what it’s come to? I’m working my socks off here, studying hard (a.k.a partying all night) to get you a good degree to do what with, dither about your ironing? I don’t think so.’
Me (getting assertive) Well, young lady. Somebody has to try and keep things nice. How often do change your sheets, by the way..or, clean the toilet for that matter?’
Younger Self (mumble, mumble) ‘Never, mum does that …’
And there we have it. Mum did do all that. And now I’m a mum and a bnb host, I do all that stuff too. And it is pretty boring ….mind numbingly boring. But that doesn’t answer my questions. Should I iron or not?
Logically I don’t think it matters, so long as bed linen is freshly laundered and folded. Surely that’s enough? I’ve had a lot of reviews over the past couple of years. and only one person ever, has commented on my nicely ironed laundry.
(Actually, when she did, I was overcome with joy that she’d noticed. Thanks Alison!!)
Most guests comment on the landscape, the peace and quiet, the welcome.
Guests like nice breakfast and cake. They like dogs. They like to chat and relax. They do like things to be clean but they don’t seem overly bothered by wrinkle free sheets.
Let’s ask my older, wiser, future self for some help here.
Older self ..’ Speak up, I can’t hear you. Us O’Sheas all go deaf you know!’
Me.. damn, I forgot that…shouting now…’Should I iron my sheets?’
Older self ‘ It’s up to you, dear’
Me..’Ah come on… you’re meant to know this stuff.’
Older Self…’Whatever you do, find the zen moment…if you are ironing the sheet, be one with the sheet. It is part of life. Resistance is futile… Now go away.’
Well, she was pretty useless. Be one with the sheet, whatever next!
I forget all about my ironing and ponder on a deeper more profound question.
At what future point am I going to start sounding like Yoda from Star Wars?