So, this Thanksgiving was the first I’ve hosted for my family, and I discovered it’s a little awkward and cramped to cook a large, traditional meal in my galley kitchen…
This only shows half the mess and chaos, but I think it’s representative. It may not look all that bad, but I really try to keep my kitchen (and house) clean and neat, so this was more stressful for me than cooking the meal. The instant our guests left, I started scrubbing and putting away…
Ah! Much better!
Done yesterday, in preparation for today’s pie making..
This only took about 15 minutes, including sticking some nails in the wall so I could hang up my aprons!
Well, if the Week 7 Unfucking didn’t go as planned, then the Week Eight Unfucking went completely off the rails, in the beginning, at least.
My tooth was still bothering me on Monday, so late Monday afternoon I made an emergency dental appointment for early Tuesday morning. Some poking and tapping later, they decided that yes, I really did need that root canal now, and I could have one at 12:30 that day or on December 5. I know I will not make it to December 5 even on antibiotics, so I schedule the 12:30 appointment. So much for my scheduled Unfucking, though I did manage to unfuck the children’s dresser (removed all the out-grown clothes and all the other things that didn’t belong there) between appointments (maybe 10 minutes, no pics). I had my root canal and then I played a lump for the rest of the day, aided by vitamin V.
I recovered from the root canal surprisingly well, AND we had a sitter on Thursday afternoon, so it was Unfuck the baby clothes day, especially as a FoaF expecting twins had requested any 0-3 months clothes that we could pass down.
What it looked like when I started:
Progress photo - all the clothes are sorted!
Two 45/15s and two 20/10s later, the clothes are sorted into bins, the bins are labeled, and one box is totally emptied! I also vacuumed that corner and moved the gifted quilt racks over!
Saturday, I decided to make the big push, and get the bedroom as Unfucked as it was going to get this year. I cleared out many more things from the corner and put them away, arranged blankets on the quilt racks, wiped down baseboards, vacuumed up dustbunnies, including the dustbunnies that like to gather in the dark of the closet and behind the dresser, wiped down the window sills, swept the cobwebs off the ceiling, and listed a bunch of things on freecycle!
One 45/15, one 20/10+ (for lunch) and a 60/done! later…
And thus ends the Great Fall Unfucking of 2013. I achieved what I wanted to achieve - I can walk into my office, and all my craft things are organized, and the baby floordrobe is no more!
As importantly, I’ve learned some things about myself during this Unfucking process. However, I think that probably needs to be its own post.
Thanks again to UFYH, Team UFYH, and all those who have bothered to read these posts. Your encouragement helped tremendously!
A lot of our hidden storage is in bad shape. There are three adults in our household, some of whom suffer from “shove it in a closet” syndrome. We are fortunate enough to have GIGANTIC cupboards in our laundry room. We call them the bunk-bed cupboards because they’re big enough to be such should you put a mattress on each of the 4 floor to ceiling shelves.
One half of them houses luggage, kitchen appliances, sleeping bags and random nostalgic junk (for lack of a better term). The other half stores our assorted holiday decor, which there is, to use a technical term, a shit ton of.
I cleared out and unfucked the random stuff side last night. Got rid of a BUNCH of stuff. Including the thing I was most torn about parting with, my assortment of technically disposable plastic bakery containers (the sort cakes and pies come in) accumulated over years of doing SCA feasts for 70-150 people and needing to transport large numbers of pies etc. After a lot of social media encouragement and a conversation with tehzii we decided that she would recycle them while I was not looking.
I think it took me about an hour give or take 15 minutes to do the actual cleaning out and sorting with LOTS of breaks for social media whining (and maybe playing with my childhood dolls) X). It took me about 30 minutes to put it all back this evening.
Here are before and after shots, they were hard to get because it isn’t physically possible to get far enough away from the cupboards to get them all in frame!
(yes those are take out boxes, I use them to send food home with friends after parties, dinners, and dinner parties)
Now for the other side! *fingers crossed*
Ew can u not
:V There’s a bed! HEY LOOK A CHAIR! TWO CHAIRS!
DAT FLOOR SPACE. UNF.
So yes. I did a thing. hooray for me.
now I don’t know if I’m depressed, PMSing or just lazy but the thought of actually cleaning anything is the most unappetizing thing. So I thought I’d take the advice from UfYH’s depression post and take 5 minutes to unfuck my desk. Its in clear view when I’m lying in bed watching tv shows on my laptop. So I’m going to set my phone alarm for 5 minutes, put on some Hedley and do this.
After: okay it took longer than five minutes to finish but I call this a success