Unfuck Your Habitat

i’ve lived in this house since sixth grade and i’m currently a junior in college. i clean my bathroom counter every now and then, but over the years i’ve just accumulated so much stuff and i’ve never really dealt with it…. until now. keep in mind that not only did i never finish unpacking from recently moving out of my apartment, but i also just got back from a trip to the mountains so there’s that stuff laying around too. i’m also just a packrat. don’t judge me.

behold, The Great Bathroom Unfucking of 2013:

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lily-harlequin:

My Habitat: Unfucked (for the most part).

Over a year and a half ago, I came home from college after graduation. Over the course of the four years before that, when I came home on summer break, I’d usually just throw my stuff in my bedroom and sleep in the guest bed because it was bigger and not a loft bed.

Well, I did pretty much the same thing after I graduated. I’d go in to take stuff out, put stuff in, but never really organize it. I battled anxiety and depression, for many reasons including my failed student teaching, my unemployment, a nightmare night shift job at a hotel, and then unemployment again. Stuff just kept building up in my room, and the longer I ignored it, I know the worse it would make me feel. Plus, if I wanted to move out in a few months like I’m planning, I’d need to pare down the amount of crap to take with me.

So a few weeks ago, I decided to journey into my room and start making it better. I ended up donating about three bags of stuff to Goodwill, I recycled what magazines and papers I found - one large stack of papers alone was from student teaching, and getting rid of that made me feel so much better, as well as throwing away things related to some bad high school drama. I don’t know why I was holding onto a bunch of these things, to be completely honest. I also donated craft supplies to an upcycling place, and gave extra knitting needles and crochet hooks to friends.

But it felt good. I know there’s a lot more I could do to “unfuck” my room, but there are a few limitations (like stuff in boxes ready to move and the fact that I don’t have a big enough bookshelf for my books and getting rid of my books is not an option) to making it truly clean, but it’s a start.

Pics: View from the doorway, before and after. Closet, before and after. The other dresser, under my loft, and yarn/bookcase corner before and after. Yarn stash, before and after I got a ball winder and cleaned it up!

My depression has once again beaten my unfucking.

thinklikeaverb:

Somewhere around realising how miserable my job makes me, and my car breaking down, making it impossible to get to said job and make the small amount of money I do.

Once again, there are mouldy dishes in the sink, trash where it shouldn’t be, and to top it all off, I’m pretty sure mice have invaded the kitchen. Not to mention, the forms that will allow me to keep my free health insurance are due in two days, and I doubt I’ll be able to track down all the needed information in time.

And once again, I have a very serious deadline. My grandmother is coming home from vacation on the 20th, and she would absolutely kill me if she saw the house in this state.

Yet despite the fact that the kitchen is beginning to smell, I can’t seem to find the motivation to make a dent in it. I especially need to take care of the mouse problem before she gets here, because her massive fear of mice will be sent into overdrive if she knows they’re getting into the food, and I’m sure she’ll put out poison, even though I have no-kill traps.

Start with the insurance forms. Start now. Work on them for 30 minutes. Break for 15, and continue until they’re done, but I really want you to have them done today.

After that’s done, let’s try intermittent 10-minute intervals. First one on the trash, then break. Next one on the dishes, then break. I’d like to see at least four 10-minute sessions a day. Split them up however you need to.

Check in here with your progress. You can do this. You can.

popoppy:

UNFUCKING PART 1!

I washed a smallish pile of clothes this morning (amazing! i usually wait for big huge piles and then whine over the drama of cleaning and putting away and so much effoooort) and put them out to dry this afternoon (i’m so impressed with myself)

So I just did my first major unfucking in my room. one 20/40/20 (20 cleaning, 40 resting because it’s nearly 2am and my disorders make me fatigued as fuck, 20 minutes cleaning.)

Most of what I was getting rid of was just general rubbish on my floor, and sorting clean clothes from dirty clothes and ditto on dirty/clean towels and making a pile of said dirty clothes/towels that I need to wash. I also cleaned under my bed. I checked all these off the “to un-fuck” list in the app and was really disappointed to see that they don’t display in the achievements section.

The first photo in the left upper corner is from previous halfassed unfucking attempt, I don’t have any pictures of my room before it’s most recent unfucking but imagine that 100x worse and there you go. Next picture over is the clear floor! the marks there are stains on my floorboards I need to clear off when i unfuck the other half of my room.

Bottom left picture is two bags destined to go to vinnies, my small bookcase (to be unfucked) and my DVD box and dirty clothes/towels pile. Middle picture is the rubbish i cleared off the floor, and my big bookcase which was also unfucked(but not particularly tidily since i’ll be dismantling the crooked POS soon)

UNFUCKED!

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laissez-nous-danser:

OMG GUYS MY FLOOR IS VISIBLE IT’S VISIBLE SO CLEAN OMG I haven’t seen it this way in 6+ months!

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The Insane Story of My Unfucking Success.

thinklikeaverb:

First of all, holy shitballs.

I am a been there done that survivor of bipolar disorder and anxiety, and the messy house(car, locker, computer, life…) cycle that comes with it. When I discovered UfYH, I expected it to pass by my eyes as I scrolled without changing a thing. And for a while, it did.

Then all of a sudden, my grandmother was coming back to the house that I live in (HER house) from her half year vacation. The house needed to be clean, and really clean. And I found that instead of being overwhelmed by the thought of cleaning an entire house in about three weeks, I had a plan that was manageable even in the depths of my depression. And when an emergency made it so that I lost several days worth of cleaning, I still got all that shit done in time. Damn.

And the most insane part is the dominoes it causes to fall. I put in job applications, I cleaned out my car, I put clean dishes away while I’m cooking, I clean up messes as they happen.

I clean fucking logically, for once.

For example, I just decided that I was going to tidy up my room a bit, but realised that it was very hot and I would probably not be able to clean very well with the heat draining so much energy. So I thought for a minute, and it occurred to me that if I took a shower (which I needed to do anyway), it would be dark and cool by the time I needed to clean, and I’d still be done in time for Warehouse 13 tonight!

In short, a foul-mouthed blog about cleaning really can change your life. :D

Been Unfucking for about an hour

tiesexual:

The fleas are HORRENDOUS but this needed to be done.

Running laundry and organizing and cleaning my entire room TONIGHT.

Listening to my phone while I do it, 5 songs I clean, 2 songs I relax.

This is doing a number on my anxiety and hoarding habits right now and the timing ive been doing has been going perfect.

I’ll leave you with one jewel of knowledge:

THESE SHIT ARE BEAUTIFUL

IVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO FIT ALL MY CLOTHES IN MY CLOSET

HOLY SHIT THESE THINGS

GET THEM.

Also

~~Words of encouragement would be nice I mean if you want to bother sending me some~~

Alright so I decide to Unfuck My Life

tankgirlalltheway:

It’s not super fucked but it could definitely do with some unfucking. Here is my list of accomplishments!

1) Completely paid of my car loan with my taxes! I have still to do my state taxes but at least my Fed taxes are done and used wisely! Like bombs! Ha…

2) I have Saturday off so I can spend more time at Genericon with my little sister and my boyfriend and JESS! And hopefully Rachel?? :D

3) I did some 20/10s!

has now become

WHICH IN PICTURES DOES NOT LOOK MUCH BETTER BUT I PROMISE IT IS MUCH BETTER! I swept and all the dishes are done. The ones in the drying rack have since been put away and there’s no more garbage all over the table.

has now become

which again I feel like it doesn’t convey how much I actually got done… T_T OBVIOUSLY THERE IS STILL MUCH MORE TO DO LIKE THAT TERRIBLE COFFEE TABLE AND I WISH I COULD DO SOMETHING ABOUT ALL THESE WIRES BUT IDK. Also, my coat is now hung up. DO YOU SEE THAT?

And last but not least(it’s terrible be warned)

Has become

which still needs a lot of work but there are two full hampers and I have no where to put the rest of the dirty clothes. But notices the made bed?? That counts for something right?

Ok, so looking at these I realize how terrible everything looks but I swear to you this is only a week of mess. Last week, the living room including the coffee table was spotless and the kitchen and bathroom were beautiful. The bedroom… well not having a washing machine right now is killing me but

IT IS SUPER HARD TO KEEP UP WITH A BOYFRIEND AND A CAT WHO HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO CONCEPT OF WHY I WANT A CLEAN HOUSE

seriously, Joel has told me he doesn’t care if people come over and the house looks trashed and doesn’t understand why I care T_T

It’s like climbing out of a well with weights on my feet but at least he does the cat litter and he is getting better.

THE OTHER DAY I CAME HOME AND HE WAS DOING DISHES!!! DISHES! BY HIMSELF!

<.< let’s ignore the fact that the sink had been full for a week.

ANYWAYS! on to point

4) I have been lifting the free weights I bought! :D I don’t know if I actually feel stronger but it at least makes me feel like I’m doing something. And if I do that I’m more likely to actually work out. *crunches 4eva*

Anyways, that was day one of UNFUCKING MY LIFE

goadventuringinstead:

Unfucking part 2.
Unfucking = Cleaning, getting organized, figuring things out.
Unfucked:

My bookshelf. There is now room for books!

Tomorrow morning. Clothes are ready to go, I made a lunch, breakfast, and coffee is ready to be put on.

My bed. Cleaned sheets, and made bed.

Floor of my room. You can see it, and it has been vacuumed.

Under the bed. Organized, and cleaned! I even moved the bed to make sure I got everything.

My closet. Well it’s sort of a closet. More like a wardrobe. Anyways, small things are in baskets, and EVERYTHING is folded.

The bathroom drawer. Half of my make-up and jewelery and things are in my room on one shelf of the bookshelf, and the other half resides in my bathroom drawer. Both of these have been totally and completely unfucked.

New Installments: Cleaned the living room and did most of the dishes upstairs.

Vacuumed the living room, and my bedroom again.

Washed my bed sheets and all the blankets in the house.

Vacuumed the couches. I took the cushions off those bad boys and vacuumed the shit out of them.

Organized my dishes. I got some for Christmas and we had to split them half and half with my bro, and we just got around to it today. (Correction, I just got around to it today.)

Unfucked my broken knee issue. I broke it two years ago, was in physio for 9 months, returned back to work, and then I quit physio. I started climbing again, but it was no good. I’ve been off climbing for about 14 months with a few sessions that did nothing good for my knee, so I phoned wcb again, and I’m getting back into physio.

Called back about a potential job offer, and the new boss said she’s still interested in hiring me. Life = UNFUCKED!! (Well almost.)

To be Unfucked:

The chair in my room. It is covered in clothes, and a couple bags. Everything is clean, it just needs to be put away.

The desk. The bills are paid, but they are sitting on the desk along with every other piece of paper that lives in my room.

The bathroom. It has been recently cleaned, but everything could use a wipe down.

The car. Oh the car. Perry has lots of useless junk in his trunk, and lots of junk in the back seat. He could use a good vacuuming too.

Make meatballs with the ground beef that’s in the freezer.

Clean the basement.

Vacuum the basement.

Clean the kitchen.

My list just grew, but I don’t think it’s going to stop doing that. I got a shit tonne done yesterday, but today I just can’t seem to get motivated. The car is going to have to wait because it just got cold outside. I’ll wait for it to warm up before I clean Perry.

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