So the Invisible Corner in our house is actually an Invisible Room — the laundry. It’s such an invisible room that I took a before photo of the bit I thought I was tackling:
and it was only after I started that I found two whole other areas (under the laundry trough to the right, and on top of the freezer to the left) that needed unfucking too.
And, okay, it doesn’t look like much in the photo, but all that crap had been there for most of the nine months we’ve lived here. I had no idea what was in the green bag (ancient, dead cleaning supplies and a random box, all BINNED). And there was an amazing amount of soap scum under it all. *cough*
RoomCorner Unfucked! \o/
The front room was a dumping ground when we moved in here a couple weeks ago.
While the rest of the house was coming together, this room was taunting me.
This was last weekends progress. The desk was $25 on craigslist, and being metal, it took my husband, my roommate and me to wrestle it into the house. Luckily this is the front room.
Today it’s finished:
I suspect the reason your workspace is cleaner is because when you’re at work, you’re in “get shit done” mode. Your mind is task-oriented, and you fully expect to be dealing with things that maybe aren’t fun, but that you’re getting paid to deal with.
When you get home, all of that switches off. You’ve just been doing it all day, after all. What you need is to designate certain times as “work at home” times, not for doing your actual job, but for unfucking your apartment. I find it easier to do when I first get home from work, since I’m not fully out of that mindset yet.
Dear Unfuck Your Habitat,
Thank you, THANK YOU, THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART for what you are doing. Before my friend linked me to UFYH I would put off chores until the last minute and have anxiety over how dirty my home was until I cleaned. I used to have nightmares about my parent’s stopping over unexpectedly and seeing the dishes in the sink or dust in the corners of every room. I just could not motivate myself to clean when there was T.V. to watch or internet to browse or naps to be taken.
Not anymore. I’m not saying we’re perfect by a long shot, but it’s getting a lot better. Clothes are going in the hamper. Dishes are going in the sink. We made a chore chart of things to do each day and not one of them takes more than 15 minutes to complete, and we’re actually doing them.
This morning I stumbled into the kitchen to make my coffee and remembered I left the dinner dishes from the night before. Feeling unsettled, I set a 10 minute timer thinking “Screw it, what I don’t get done in 10 minutes can wait until after work.”
I managed to get all the dishes into the dishwasher, all the pots and pans scrubbed and into the dishrack, and I even had two minutes left over to bleach the drain and do a quick wipe on the counters. All before my first cup of coffee!
So again I say thank you inspiring and motivating me to get off my ass and take a little pride in my home. You are the best!
P.S. Drain volcano is the coolest shiz ever…!
Your words, they…
Today I decided to take pictures of the house now that we’re (almost) finished decorating. Hats off to UFYH for helping me light a fire under my butt and finally keep the house neat and organized all the time: