The dining room was one of those rooms that I thought was going to take a couple of days to unfuck. It had so much stuff in it. We could squeeze around the table, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. It would mock me as I walked from my unfucked kitchen, past my unfucked bathroom and laundry room, into my unfucked living room. It would mock me with it’s cluttered untidiness.
So today, I rallied the troops (my spawn), and we tackled the Cave of the Fucked Up Beast. And found it… a whole lot easier than we thought it would be. It didn’t even take 3 sets of 20/10s. There was a lot of stuff, but most of it was bulky, or easily sorted away.
I even put flowers on the table!
There’s still my parent’s ancient, broken giant tv, which is scheduled to be carted off to the recycling plant quite shortly. I’m not going to count that, though, because there’s nothing I can do about it right now. I did dust it, though, and put away the Christmas decorations that were loitering on top of it. That’s as unfucked as it can be until the truck comes to get it. Soon.
Now it can no longer mock me… but I hear the Den taunting me. It’s turn is coming.
I didn’t have the spoons today to do my usual 3 20/10s. So, I didn’t advance much on The Great Unfucking of 2012.
I did maintain, though, what ground has already been won. I spent about 20 minutes doing dishes, picking up a little clutter, and wiping down the bathroom.
Then I thought- hey! I’ll take the dog for a walk as my 10 minute break! What a great idea! Only, not. I got half way around the block when I realized that. I did manage to get back home without puking, but it was a near thing.
So, a couple of hours of resting and being mad that I since I burnt myself out so quickly I wouldn’t be able to do any sculpting, or even any crocheting, because I just don’t have it in me.
I was just going to go to bed, and then I thought to myself- Hey! I can do 20 minutes more, just so I can say I did something toward advancing on the The Great Unfucking of 2012. So, I broke out the new Swiffer 360 duster, and dusted the tops of the doorways, the corners of the ceiling, the tops of the kitchen walls. Some of that hadn’t been dusted in the three years that we’ve lived in this house. Maybe longer. I ended up with the above pictured dusters.
I’ve also ended up with a bit of a cough from the dust, and I’m back to being dead exhausted.
And, I have to go upstairs for bed, because I took my laundry up there an put it away. Sort of. Welll, it’s upstairs anyway. I can’t really put it away until I get the dresser unfucked. That will have to wait for another night.
At least my bed is made…
Hey, progress is progress! Don’t beat yourself up over what’s not done. You did what you could, and stopped when it was too much.
The Great Unfucking of 2012 continues with the laundry room…
As I’m sure you can tell, the fucked is on the left, the unfucked is on the right.
