For starters you need a little Mormon culture lesson. We have tablecloths. By that I mean our congregations have a stash of maybe 20 or so tablecloths that we all have access to. We use them for church dinners or the annual Christmas party, stuff like that. We also borrow them for wedding receptions and the like.
Today a friend is getting married and having a reception. Cue the tablecloths. Yesterday, his sister-in-law called me with a problem. The tablecloths were a mess. They hadn't been folded last time they were used and it was the biggest wrinkly nightmare ever. She had tried rewashing them and every other trick in the book; but to no avail. It was down to ironing.
I took a share of them and spent the whole day ironing. No really. I took a break for lunch and to get my oldest from school. I ate the frozen pizza my husband cooked and I kissed the kids at bedtime, but other than that I was ironing. It took about an hour per tablecloth. It was nuts.
At one point I thought I should have been doing squats or something while I was ironing, ya know, two birds with one stone. But alas, instead I ate miniature tootsie rolls and turned my sewing room into a steamy little sauna. But I now have major confidence in my ironing skillz, it's like my xmen power. And I'm really familiar with the steam function on my iron. And you can bet I will iron and fold those tablecloths when I'm done, if ever I use them.