I ‘ve been working here and there on cleaning up the house but didn’t really make a big effort until yesterday. I decided to begin in the bedroom - the place I’m supposed to be able to relax in at the end of the day. How am i supposed to relax in the midst of this?
Three 20/10s later the crap has been put away and the desk has been removed because it was only serving as a holding spot for everything I’m too lazy to put away. Aaahhhh so much better!

I am a chronically messy and disorganized person with some pack rat tendencies. My mum grew up poor and has struggled her whole life with getting rid of things and accumulating things she doesn’t need because now she can buy stuff.
My dad, who also grew up poor, had a hoarder mother. He throws away EVERYTHING. He hates accumulating things unless they are small and easily stored, like DVDs. If he buys a paperback book, he throws it away when he finishes it.
To say I have a disordered relationship with stuff and mess is an understatement.
This was on the floor of my room.
This is what happens when 3 jobs, 2 cats, anxiety, full time enrollment, and a dysfunctional romantic relationship intersect with an already messy and disorganized person.
Best part about that nasty sauce pile? It’s in the trash now. Did a 45/15 and 3 months of ick is gone!
Baby steps, motherfuckers.

Unf**kYourHabitat is truly awesome. I am a very organized person myself, and I need to keep common areas spotless, but I do need some extra motivation to keep my own bedroom tidy. I thank Team UfYH for that.
For example, today I cleaned the whole kitchen and the bathroom floor, and on top of that I cleaned up my bedroom’s coffee table, too, which is pretty amazing. It took me three 20/10 to do all this.
So, before it was this:
And after, this:
The make up went into the beauty basked, the mittens in the kitchen, the trash in the trash cans, the book and papers on their own shelves, the stationary in the pencil case and the pencil case on the desk. Everything where it belongs!

so, i’ve been following “unfuck your habitat” for a while now, attempting to incorporate the hints, tips, and no-nonsense encouragement into my life.
i have two challenges - firstly, i deal with chronic illness, and therefore lots of pain, fatigue, and mental fog. secondly, i have major mental/emotional resistance to cleaning. i am usually very black and white about everything in life. i have ocd, so if i can get past the anxiety i feel when cleaning, then i want it to be perfect in an unhealthy way. my habitat is either spotless or a massive cyclone-like mess.
i think i am making some progress. finding balance has always been a huge challenge in my life. i’ve always tended to marathon clean, but instead i’ve lately been trying to do ufyh’s 20/10’s (only i’ve modified them for my energy levels to be more like 15/15 or sometimes even 10/15).
the kitchen is now half-clean (but completely functional). i’ve been able to maintain it in this half-of-how-i-really-want-it state for about 3 weeks now, while also cleaning any new daily messes as they occur (kind of a big deal for me).
i realized that my kitchen habit is changing, and i feel okay about it. not so anxious about it. less resistant. and i am starting to feel comfortable with it’s mostly clean-looking state. (sometimes when things are too clean i get anxious. it pisses me off, but that’s the truth. but then, i am always anxious about the messiness, so since i’m anxious either way, i’d rather be clean, tidy and organized.)
so, thanks ufyh. mine is another life you are helping to change. :)

Okay, so the bed is made.
Here’s my before:
And the after:
I changed the sheets and the pillowcases because it’s been embarrassingly long since I did either of those things.
One of the things that prevents me from getting a lot done on the unfucking front is that I kind of live out of boxes. I moved back in with my parents in December and instead of going to the basement room I’d had before, they put me in the bedroom from my childhood. My little brother had turned the downstairs into a sort of gamers pit/recording studio/man cave and I apparently was not to disturb that.
My bed is pushed up against bookshelves and I have a few boxes of my stuff, but most of it is in the garage waiting for when I can move back downstairs.
So I can’t really organize anything, which makes it hard to be any resemblance of tidy. It doesn’t help that I am naturally extremely lazy.
But as today is my unfucking, I will do everything I can.
To-Do List coming up.

I love your bedspread!
So, Fernando and I were talking about how we need to get the house cleaned.
We are both lazy asses. We both hate cleaning. We’ll do it, but it’s never with a smile on our face. I’m ok once I get started but it’s really having the will power to get started that eats at me. I think it’s the same with Fernando.
This… Is our kitchen… well, only half of it:
Let me tell you something… This picture… does not do it justice. It LOOKS ok, but I can tell you half of the stuff has been washed out by the light coming from the window.
HALF
So, one day I was scrolling through Tumblr and I found a post about someone “unfucking” their bedroom (yeeeeeeeeeah, that’s going to take the longest for me). So today I googled “Unfucking your house” and found Unfuck Your Habitat (opens in new window) and had a sigh of relief that I wasn’t the only one that had a horrible habitat, that there were other people out there that were just as lazy to get things done.
But what really got me interested were the before and after photos! Working in small segments of 20/10 (twenty minutes of work followed by ten minutes of rest) got the job done for them! See, I always knew that working in segments helps things get done. I just have a problem with stopping, getting frustrated, and end up letting it all go to hell. Also when I take a break, I tend to lose the drive of continuing.
But if these other people that have the same will power as me can do it, why can’t I and Fernando?
So here is my after photo after 7 times of 20/10 with the dishes:
Not completely clean per se, but is a hell of a lot better than all the dishes piled up! Everything that is behind the jug of water is clean, as are the utensils to the right. I have to find and kill the mice that are running through my cabinets first before I can safely put up the spoons, forks, knives, and cooking utensils.
Just doing this took me over two hours to do!
Since I’m a bit burnt out of cleaning dishes, I think I’ll start with unfucking my computer desk:
And after 1 time of 20/10, here’s the result!:

I have always been a messy person. Not in the “Oh, everything is such a mess (but it could still be photographed for a home magazine)” kind of way; more in the “I haven’t seen the carpet in my bedroom in over a year” kind of way. For better or worse, I married a man who is more inclined to messiness than I am.
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