Unfuck Your Habitat

unfuckingthedream:

No pictures. Just an update. I’m now approaching my third weekend where I have been actively unfucking. 

When I say, “This is the longest my room has ever had a floor,” I’m not exaggerating. I’ve been taking out the trash, scooping the kitty box, folding my laundry, and all my surfaces are cleared. And I’m making my bed. Every day for the last couple of weeks. It’s a miracle. Absolutely.

The ‘laundry is three steps, not two’ has probably been the biggest revelation for me. I’m a programmer, and I often think in programming terms. So me expecting laundry to magically fold itself is me designing an algorithm that only finishes half the task. I’m not allowed to get mad that the result is incorrect. So, yes, absolutely, hands-down, the biggest awesome thing of this is that I now have tiny triggers for simple housekeeping algorithms. When the trash is full, put it by the door. When I’m collecting trash, scoop the kitty box. When I do laundry, fold it - goddamnit it - while it’s still warm. I’m still developing algorithms for the kitchen and living room, so it’s ongoing. 

I haven’t done any really large projects because I haven’t been home, mostly. My brain has also been in a weird place where it’s very very far past its limit for social interaction and interpersonal pleasantries and I’m not sure how to fix it. Curling into a ball for a week would help, yessss, but I still have shit to accomplish. I need a better way to handle my fluctuating tolerance for other human beings if I am going to continue to insist on being social.

As a minor project, a couple days ago I sorted all my knitting things into a nice shiny plastic bin that I had uncovered while doing files. It’s now sitting underneath my bed where I can get to it instead of in eight different receptacles hidden in cubbies throughout my closet.

This weekend, I have shelves to finish and a tentative plan to tackle my dresser and donate the clothing I’ve not worn for a decade (depending on how the shelves go). There will be before and after pics!

So, that’s my update. 

I’m just going to revel in the glow of a having a fucking floor still after it got cleaned two weeks ago. Miracle. Absolutely.