I've got a news flash for you: most women don't iron voluntarily either! My MIL has Alzheimer's and lives with us. She likes to iron, but I'm afraid she'll burn the house down. We hide the iron in our closet, so she doesn't decide to iron without supervision. I'm here to tell you that watching someone iron is almost worse. Yup, not much ironing going on around our house either.
Observation: When I used to sell men's clothing at Nordstrom, and guys asked how to care for their dress shirts, I'd tell them that they should send their shirts out to be laundered*. If they mentioned the expense, I'd tell them they'd save more money if they packed their lunch instead of ironing their shirts. About every twentieth person would say "Oh, but I find ironing so therapeutic." Face palm. Ugh!
*If you've never worn a freshly laundered (not dry cleaned) and pressed 100% cotton shirt, it's a whole 'nother animal. Commercial laundries use different ironing systems and press the shirts while they're still damp. It completely changes the feel of the fabric, imparting a wonderful, crisp, brand-new shirt feeling every time. It's just not the same as what you can achieve at home. BTW, it's not the starch, which is bad, kills shirts, and should never be used, it's the process. End of sidebar.
Good thing her sentence is almost completed. I suspect the distance alone will quash any further temptation to return to the old stomping grounds and trough. Even though this month is proving to be a total PITA, I think the value of the experience for both of you is worth its weight in gold. I hope your renos go well and stay comfortably within budget. Best of luck to you in your new, improved home and life!