Unfuck Your Habitat

elyseexplosion:

I’ve been lurking the Unfuck Your Habitat tumblr for what seems like months now, since I am a self-diagnosed Chronic Clutterer.  Living at home has some benefits - our kitchen doesn’t get gross since I’m not the only one using it, and trash goes out weekly - but it seems like the properties that I’m in charge of tend to get…well…horribly neglected.  I don’t think I’ve given the bathroom a good scrubbing in what seems like forever.  Dust and hair get everywhere, which is the case when you’ve got two chicks with long hair using it on a regular basis.

So today, Karyn and I decided to take matters into our own hands and unfuck the hell out of that bathroom.

Step one involved going to Target and picking up some Magic Erasers, a new shower caddy to maximize shower space, and a new trash can.  Now we’ve got one for recycling and one for trash trash.  Aww yeah.

After three hours of Magic Eraser-ing, scrubbing bubbling, showerhead installation, vaccumming, both failed and successful drain volcanoes, and taking necessary sanity breaks, the bathroom now earns the No Longer Fucked seal.  I even took pictures of both sides of the shower so you guys can see that I am Not Fucking Around.

Cool and not so cool things:

• Magic Eraser took three year old pink hair dye out of the walls.  Seriously.  I thought that was there FOREVER.  It also took all of the dust from around the toilet and cleaned the paneling which, as far as I know, may never have been cleaned as long as this bathroom has been in existence - at least fifteen years.  I love you Magic Eraser.  If I marry you, will I be Mrs. Eraser?  Or can I just go by Magic?
• Drain volcanoes do not work in the tub due to our weird, weird plumbing that angles weirdly under the tub itself.  The zip-it won’t snake in due to weird plumbing as well.  The plunger and hot water seemed to work a bit, but I fear that some foaming snake cleanser may be in order.  I honestly don’t know what our options are now otherwise…now it’s time to bring out the BIG GUNS.
• In case anyone was wondering, my bathroom book du jour is Jonathan Ross’s Why Do I Say These Things? and it is the best.  Also, I promise the toilet is clean, I had just finished scrubbing the lid and wanted to revel in its majesty.

Thank you, Team UfYH!  I CAN DO THIS.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a bed to make.  At 10pm.  Aww yeah.

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