I’ve been following Unfuck Your Habitat for a few weeks now, and things are getting better around here.
I’m a SAHM of two boys, I’ve got a husband I like a lot, and really have no excuse to not have things under control around here, but well, they weren’t. I see in the “press” about UFYH that it’s perfect for the people who aren’t like me: who work, or are single, or are childless, or live in dorms/small apts. I want to say though, it’s good for people who are like me too.
I’ve always been a bed maker, so that wasn’t a big deal, and dishes would get put away, eventually, but we just drown in a mountain of clutter if I don’t subscribe to some sort of “program.” 2 summers ago I followed Flylady, but I found the posts and emails to be incredibly cloying and obnoxious. Sure my house was clean, but my inbox was congested with sappy shit I didn’t care about. Then my husband had surgery and I had our second baby and I fell off the wagon big time.
Anyway, I’m on the UFYH horse, and we’ve been going along swimmingly. Daily I make the bed, unload the dishwasher, wipe down the bathrooms and do some laundry. I do two 20/10s a day: one general decluttering, sweeping, & general cleaning, one special project. A few days ago it was scrubbing the grossness of our bathroom, the last few days it has been dealing with our “arts & crafts” room, which has historically been quite the cluster. I like to have markers, crayons and craft things available, but damn, it was out of control.
one thing I did notice while on the flylady bandwagon was that followers would write in their “success” stories with sappy sappy taglines and it made me want to vomit. I don’t want to be sappy, I don’t want virtual hugs or rainbows or unicorn farts. I will accept virtual Jack-n-Cokes though.
UfYH: Fuck sappy taglines.
Here you go.
20 proof? Top that shit off with some extra Jack, OK?