Unfuck Your Habitat

juniperexpress:

Somehow through the rabbit hole that is teh internets I recently discovered  Unfuck Your Habitat (http://unfuckyourhabitat.tumblr.com/).  I started to read the posts and began to think “I could get behind this 20 minute thing”.

I mean I’ve tried this before folks.  I am constantly setting goals like “Get up in between shows and DO SOMETHING” but alas, it rarely works out for more than about one load of laundry.  I have been doing the make the bed thing (or at least throw the sheets and blankets back in a straight(ish) order thing) for awhile, and it’s the damn truth, it does a fuck ton for a room.

So this weekend I grabbed the kitchen timer, spun that bitch to 20 minutes, and started in on the bathroom.  I didn’t think about how long I was taking.  I didn’t think about the rest of the house.  I just started in one corner and worked methodically around in a circle.  I even flipped open the toilet when I started, filled it with cleaner, and shut the lid letting it do it’s own work before I circled back to it.  I was sure I wouldn’t make it to the tub, which was okay with me, I just wanted to get a start on the room.

Then I hit the end of what I was planning to get done and….the timer hadn’t rang yet.  So I whipped that curtain back and went to town on the tub.  Man, did that feel good to get the layer of weird soap scum/drip of indeterminate color outta my bath space.  Now I can actually TAKE a bath in that big old cracked box that takes up 40% of the bathroom space.

And then the timer rang.  I wrung out my sponge, rinsed off my hands, and went to refill my coffee and settle in for another round of bad TV that I get to watch when I get the house to myself.

It worked.  It worked so well I did it again with the bedroom later on and then again with one of the hall closets (albeit the small one that’s only a few inches deep and stores extra bathroom stuff and medicines.)  I chucked 3 bottles of shampoo I didn’t like but had been carrying around for YEARS because I didn’t know what to do with and had been trained to not waste stuff.  Could I have found a better use for some of the stuff I tossed?  Probably.  Did I need to just toss it to move on and get my habitat unfucked? Definitely.

No pictures of this round of unfucking but I’ll try and capture some before and afters as I keep going.  Cause that’s what the internet needs - pictures of my dirty apartment.