I joined the #UFYH movement on December 23rd of last year. I declared my house officially UnFucked on January 20th of this year.
So it took a little less than a month to UnFuck my entire house.
Today, after a few weeks of bad weather, annoying kids and hellish work days, I looked up and saw that my house was Fucked. Every room. Not as bad as it would have been months ago. But still.
I took a deep breath. Set my timer. And got to it.
Two 45/15s. And my house was back to normal.
What took me one month last year? Took 90 minutes today.
I wake up today and go through my daily UnFucking stuff. And get started on my weekly UnFucking stuff. All is well in the UnFucking Universe. I take a 10 minute break just now. And I see some challenges. I say, hmm. I’ve never done any of the UFYH challenges. Let’s go for it!
Wait. UnFuck your bathroom? I did that two hours ago. Yay me. Okay, let’s see. UnFuck the kitchen. Did that too. And the stovetop and gross-food toss? Did that last Saturday.
Wait. And my laundry is halfway done. The done stuff is FOLDED AND IN THEIR PROPER DRAWERS.
What the fuck? I’m a true UnFucker? I’m no longer in triage? I’m in maintenance? And this could be like, a thing?
side note: the bed is not made. because there is a person in it. a person who will not get up until I am gone for the day. He will leave. And he will not make the bed. I will return at night. I will make up the bed and then immediately get in it. Which makes me sad each and every day. Alas.