At Least My OCD Is Still Intact

If you know me well, you know that I have this THING about ironing my clothes. I don't go overboard and iron my underwear or my hoodies, and I don't iron creases into my jeans, but I HATE non-ironed clothes.

I came home from a long day at work last week to find that our closet had been emptied for the painters. This is what it looked like:

Yeah.

My ironing board is built into the wall of my washroom, which was all taped off for painting, which made it off-limits. Did I let that stop me? No, I went to Walmart and got this little beauty:

Now I can still feel somewhat in control of my life.