Unfuck Your Habitat

stolethecookies:

Me: Did you see how beautiful and sparkling clean the bathroom is?

Sister: No…

Me: Well, that is how it SHOULD look when clean. Sparkling! Pristine!

Sister: Ok… I’ll take a mental picture when I go upstairs

Me: I took actual pictures.

This is my first before/after post. This is the bathroom I share with my sister. So it doesn’t stay clean because she forgets to clean it when she is expected to, then I reach my grossness limit and do it myself. I’ve never shared cleaning progress in my room because I rarely get it to look like I think an after picture should. I think I am overly ambitious, and my room is overly cluttered. Also I forget to take before pictures and would hate to show the world afters when they’re still pretty cluttered. But the bathroom is easy! I can do the whole thing in 15 minutes! AND YOU CAN TELL IT IS CLEAN!

So, before pictures. Here’s the sink, gross!

Toothpaste ick on faucet, idk what you call the scuzzy brown water stuff all along the back, and little black spots (lord help me it is probably death mold) starting to form on the drain.

also dirty washcloths (got Sister to remove a pile of what I think was 10 or so of them a few days ago) and dusty counter top. How one side gets slimy while the other gets dusty is that the house has a gentle slope to the back.

And then after photos! Here we have the sink, sparkling!

No slimy bits! No death mold! SHINY FAUCET!

I would also show you the pretty clean mirror above, but camera angles/flash make that impractical.

Because of the shape and size of the bathroom, you’ll have to trust me that the rest is cleaner now than before; the pictures fail to demonstrate the difference, with the exception of the window in the shower, which was growing some kind of horrible bacterial growth along the bottom edge, right where you are supposed to push down to close it. Yuck.

Also old razors. Here’s some close up yuck:

More close up yuck:

This was the part that skeeved me out the most. The slime bacteria growth what-have-you is pink. PINK.

After cleaning:

Clean! Sparkling! Not quite but close to pristine!

See how much better that looks?!?!

unfuckify:

I can’t believe I’m actually posting a photo. But since that’s what I like looking at when I look at UFYH stuff, I guess I’d better pony up.

OMG OMG!  I did two more bags today - hate my ex!! I hate that I have to do this because of HIS STUFF.  But I try not to dwell on that, because I just want this over and done with and to get my life back once and for all, 100%!  Cursing him as I do this just makes it harder on me… and I honestly don’t give a crap about him anymore. L

I know this photo is a bad pictures (both the content and the quality) BUT LOOK. See where carpet is? There’s where stuff was where it wasn’t before.

I’m actually starting to realize that I can do this. Even when I opened the door I was like “well it’s disgusting in here but not as disgusting as it was last time, and the next time I open this door it will be better than this time.”

YAY FOR PROGRESS, however small it may be. I even vacuumed that tiny little part of carpet, since now that I can.

I’m going to take/post photos every time I go in there now, I like seeing the progress.

unfuckedisdefinitelyaword:

This is sort of an unfucking post. It’s not a huge accomplishment in the grand scheme of things, but it’s a big deal to me.

This is what my bed looked like last week:

Cringe-worthy, I know.

So in the process of partially unfucking my bedroom (more pictures to follow when I have them), my bed has come to look like this:

Not only that, but it has looked like that every morning this week. That’s right. I got up and made my bed every. single. day.

Booyah.

(The slightly crumpled bedspread is due to the presence of a cat precisely two seconds before I took the picture. I figured it still counts as a made bed.)

unfuckedisdefinitelyaword:

I am very, very slowly unfucking my habitat. Many many thanks to Team UFYH for at least providing me with the motivation to do so. It’s not perfect, and I still haven’t tackled the Dreaded Basement™, but I’m going about this one room at a time, and hoping for the best.

So, let’s start with a couple of  “before” pictures of the bathroom.

I know, right? Shameful. But now, take a look at this beauty!

I also unfucked my bedroom closet. I haven’t had a properly organized closet since I moved into my house. It was a fucking disaster, I can’t even tell you. Well, maybe I can. This picture should explain it better than I can.

Right? /o\

And now, check it out!

More unfucking will be forthcoming. Watch this space! Or, you know, you don’t have to watch this space, as this is really interesting only to me and it’s for my own benefit.

fatinsf:

I have followed Unfuck Your Habitat for a while now. Several times I have almost unfollowed, because I get annoyed with all of the daily posts. However, apparently constant nagging is what it takes for me to get things done. A few weeks after I first started following UFYH, I did an epic unfucking of my apartment, and it looked amazing. After that, stress from work led me into a deeper depression than usual, and I was a giant lump for weeks and weeks.

Today though… today I finally accepted another 20/10 challenge. I started by sweeping up the furballs in my hallway and then vacuuming. I sat down and decided that was enough for one day. I checked my tumblr and got annoyed by the UFYH posts again.

And then I unfucked the super-icky top of my stove, (cleaned with vinegar and then followed up with a magic eraser for the tough spots.) And I unfucked my very fucked cookie sheet with an SOS pad. Oh, and did I mention that I did SIX loads of laundry today?

Rock on, UFYH. Rock on.

(P.S. I have chronic fatigue and chronic pain, and I highly recommend UFYH. The gal who runs it is sensitive to the needs of those with disabilities and posts helpful tips for workarounds to get shit done.)

geekylyndsay:

Today my husband’s friend is visiting from out of town. I took ten minutes to do a quick vinegar wash of all the bathrooms. 

That’s it. BECAUSE THERE’S NOTHING ELSE THAT I NEED TO CLEAN.

Before I started consistently unfucking, I would have spent three hours cleaning my house in a shitty marathon. The whole visit, I’d be resentful because I’d done so much cleaning without help. After our friend left, I wouldn’t want to clean because I was exhausted. And I’d fight with my husband about it. 

Keeping the house clean is the one thing that my husband and I have fought over the most in the six years we’ve lived together. 

Since starting UFyH, this hasn’t happened. 

I was the messy partner. I’m not anymore. I no longer feel guilty when he walks in the door. He doesn’t feel frustrated, or like I don’t care about the house. It’s so. fucking. awesome. We’re both happier. We argue or bicker maybe half as much now. The house is just a better place to be.

Our friend is visiting today, and I’m going to be so happy and not miserable, because I’m taking better care of my life and my house. 

Thank you for helping my awesome, happy, geeky marriage be an even better partnership than it was a couple of months ago. I feel so proud of myself and my house.