As a mother of five, with another on the way, my ironing board is always up.
Do you visusalise what you hear? I grew up in old houses, the kind that had cabinets for everything. Open the cabinet, slide the latch, and the ironing board falls down; usually with a crash, followed by my mother hollering my first-and-middle-names from the other room... where she was no doubt scrubbing my school uniform shirts on a wash board.
No, I'm kidding about that last part.
Maybe this is why people misunderstand me. They're visualising, but the wrong things, of course.
Does your ironing board go up or down?