I forgot to take before photos, but I actually started unfucking my kitchen. Right now it’s more of an in between rather than after. It was surprisingly unstressful. While making dinner I emptied the dishwasher and put the dirty dishes from the counter into the dishwasher. Anything that wasn’t dishwasher safe got washed and dried and put away. I actually threw away my drainer that sat on the counter. It was disgusting, and all it really did was give me a place to pile clean dishes and forget about them.
Since the dishwasher had dirty dishes in it, instead of the usual clean dishes that have been in there for days, cooking utensils got put directly into the dishwasher instead of the sink/counter.
It’s amazing. I had counter space to cook. I can look at my kitchen counter without cringing. The only dishes in my sink are a pot that needed to soak and a few of the kids dishes that wouldn’t fit in the dishwasher. The plan is to get those either washed or empty the dishwasher and begin refilling before bed.
I spent maybe a total of 20 minutes actually cleaning, and I can’t believe how big a difference it made. It really is just a matter of doing a little bit at a time. Tomorrow’s unfucking will involve clearing the kitchen table, wiping down cabinets and mopping. I’m going to try to remember to take photos. That will make the kitchen the second room in my house to be unfucked in a total of four days.
The thing I’m most proud of out of all of this is that the living room is still unfucked. I’ve been picking things up as I go along. I spend maybe 5 minutes a day cleaning up after kids/dogs, and it’s stayed clean for four days now! I can walk through my front door and not die of embarrassment.