Unfuck Your Habitat

notalone-bealright:

I was gonna write a rant on how the way my shifts work is to blame for my tip of a home, but EXCUSES ARE LAME! I employed the time honoured 20/10s way of cleaning and here is some photographic proof that UFYH needs to be paid more. Or paid.

So here’s my room before the great untrucking (swears aren’t my thing). Excuse the crappy phone photos.

The bed is bare because I’d taken off the sheets to change them. I decided to tackle the floordrobe first, though.

Taking regular breaks to yell at my husband about how we should use this newfangled device I found called a ‘wardrobe’ (in the corner of our room, who knew there was a place for clothes to go?), I managed to turn our chaos into this.

Not the best photos, but note the made bed, the no-clothes-where-they-shouldn’t-be, and how cute my cat is. Don’t note the messy bookshelves. They’re next on my list to untruck.

Thanks, Team UfYH. I kid a lot, but I’m seriously lazy and seeing your messages on my dash reminds me to get off my butt and not live in a filthhole.