Laundry In Spain

Ok this post should be short and sweet:
Part of the money for my housing in Spain covers laundry. So every Sunday my host mother takes the clothes from the hamper in the bathroom and washes them. Sounds like a sweet deal until you take into consideration the fact that no one in Spain uses dryers. Instead, Pilar irons every single article of clothing I own, including my underwear, socks, and pants. As you may or may not know waffle knit t-shirts stretch a lot after every use and usually shrink back down in the dryer, but when Pilar irons them, they just get even more stretched out. So now I have about 3 waffle knit t-shirts that could fit a sumo wrestler. Let's just say I am anxiously awaiting the warm weather. The icing on the cake of this ironing fiasco is the issue of how Pilar washes my towels. The ones she provided for me for when mine are being washed are like sandpaper, and I just figured they were that hard due to years and years of use. Then, when I got my awesome towel back it felt alarmingly similar to the feel of her sandpaper ones. I realized right then and there that she actually irons towels. I started laughing at first but was instantly depressed when I used it and felt like all of my skin was being ripped off my body. Fortunately, after a few uses it has almost fully returned to its original softness, but it was a wake up call for me. From now on I will have to tell Pilar not to iron my towel, and to instead hang it up on the laundry line. Also, when those of you coming to visit me arrive, I am going to have to wash and, more importantly, dry my waffle knit t-shirts at your hotels.