- Wash the dishes in your sink
- Get your outfit for tomorrow together, including accessories
- Set up coffee/tea/breakfast
- Make your lunch
- Put your keys somewhere obvious
- Wash your face and brush your teeth
- Charge your electronics
- Pour a little cleaner in the toilet bowl (if you don’t have pets or children or sleepwalking adults)
- Set your alarm
- Go to bed at a reasonable hour
I unfucked my desk. It actually only took like 5 minutes and I found $20
This is what happens when the primary cleaner in a household has spine surgery and is given doctor’s order not to do ANY lifting, bending, scrubbing, or housecleaning of any kind for 5 weeks afterward (they put a plate & screws into the bone of three of my neck vertabrae, ouch). I got the okay to start cleaning again two days ago, and have been slowly working the UfYH program since. This is my shower stall, which was scrubbed thoroughly (with a magic eraser!) just a few days before my surgery.
My husband was gone for 2 weeks during my surgery recovery because he had military orders. So this is 5 weeks of yuck on a shower stall that was only lightly used for about half of that time. Ugh, I had no idea it got that bad that fast. Thank heavens I can clean again!!!
And then make your bed.
- Wash the dishes in your sink
- Get your outfit for tomorrow together, including accessories
- Set up coffee/tea/breakfast
- Make your lunch
- Put your keys somewhere obvious
- Wash your face and brush your teeth
- Charge your electronics
- Pour a little cleaner in the toilet bowl (if you don’t have pets or children or sleepwalking adults)
- Set your alarm
- Go to bed at a reasonable hour
Room Progress!
Also, I’m basically prepared for the most epic sleepover ever with all of my pillows and blankets. I’m not saying Tumblr-con in my bedroom but…
In the process of un-fucking my bedroom. I am requiring a lot of trash bags and Doctor Who to get through.
HOLY SHIT MURPHY’S OIL FUCK.
Magical.
When I saw the difference it made on the first step, I KNEW I had to take before and afters for the UFYH crew. Holy SHIT. Look at that ground-in disgustingness. these are the stairs I use to go out back and smoke. I’m usually carrying a cup of coffee when I go. Sometimes it spills.
HOLY FUCK.
Holy. Fuck.
This was ONE 20/10 btw, with a bucket of Murphy’s Oil diluted in water (they’re painted wooden steps), and like, a scrubbing brush. I felt a little like a Victorian scullery maid while I was doing it, but HOLY FUCK LOOK. LOOK AT IT.
ETA: i wasn’t going to say it, because I wasn’t sure…but starlightstorm agrees with me… I don’t think those stairs were this clean when WE MOVED IN. \o/!!!!!!!
Excuses are boring.
- Wash the dishes in your sink
- Get your outfit for tomorrow together, including accessories
- Set up coffee/tea/breakfast
- Make your lunch
- Put your keys somewhere obvious
- Wash your face and brush your teeth
- Charge your electronics
- Pour a little cleaner in the toilet bowl (if you don’t have pets or children or sleepwalking adults)
- Set your alarm
- Go to bed at a reasonable hour
RealMomofNJ
unfucked my nightstand (again) I really need to put.things.away.every.day :/
BOOM! UfYH strikes again ~ Master closet edition.
I love my closet. It is awesome. It is a freaking room with a window and shelves and dressers and just lovely.
And I have abused and neglected it. I had not done a serious seasonal rotation/purge-out in about 5 years. So this is 1 day and one evening of 20/10s of major purgings that resulted in:
- 4 bags of clothes to donate
- 3 bags of handbags to donate
- 1 bag of hangers to donate
- 1 bag of trash
- 4 handbags to list on eBay
- 6 gazillion BPAL imps & vials to list on eBay
I feel like a rockstar.
Check out that scarf storage in the 2nd after pic — I AM A CLEVER MONKEY. 24” towel bar + 24 shower hooks = perfect scarf storage. TA DA!
Best of all is coming home, and jumping into my pjs and knowing it is super easy now to keep everything this clean and organized.
I meant to post these ages ago, but my old computer kept crashing every time I tried. Now that I have a new computer, I thought I’d go ahead and finally post them.
About a month ago or so, a couple that I know were moving and in desperate need of boxes. Offhandedly, I mentioned that we had a bunch of boxes leftover from our own move from about 3 years ago. They were very excited about the prospect of getting said boxes from us, plus I was excited about getting rid of all the ones we could. See, until then many of the boxes were just stacked in the guestroom in piles nearly 6 feet in height. It’s a room we never use, so they’d accumulated there over time as we unpacked. And it became a room that had a mess I wished to ignore.
Anyway, my friends were coming by the next evening, so I decided to just bite the bullet and dig in and break down as many of the boxes as I could. I can’t remember about many 20/10s total I did that day, but after about 5 hours of working with a few breaks here and there, I cleared out most of the room (and they got a ton of boxes off us)!
As you can see in Before Pic #1, the view walking in was almost nothing but boxes. The entire open area to the left was packed with boxes and even the bed (yes, there’s a bed buried in there!) was covered with them. In the end, it is still not finished. There is stuff still on the shelves I need to sort, some small boxes on the bed (I only gave them mostly medium to big-sized boxes, but I did sort the smaller ones left by size and organized them neatly on the bed for now) that I need to get to the curb to throw out, and the table (see After Pic #3) which has the GIANT pillow and crate on top as well as the bags of clothes for Goodwill (that has previous been underneath in front of the bed — see Before Pic #4) underneath. It’s not perfect, but it is a big improvement.
Depression for months has made tasks like this quite challenging, but I thank #unfuckyourhabitat for the daily inspiration to at least try to do things a little bit at a time.
