A Little Bit of Unfucking

I've come across a blog/site called Unfuck Your Habitat a couple months ago. It's one of the feeds I follow on my Google Reader and keeps me continually motivated to do some "unfucking" from time to time. It's a funny and snarky way of tackling your cleaning and your house. It also makes you feel okay that you don't have a Pinterest-worthy household...which I don't. (Although, once you start looking at some people's before and afters...I'm not nearly so bad.)

I even enjoy the small "unfuckings" that people submit. They motivate me to do even some small changes every once in a while. With both of us working and a very mobile baby, it's hard to do more than the minimum but occasionally I get around to it.

Here's a couple small (and I mean small changes) I've done recently. Here's a little Before and After of straightening one of the living room bookshelves...

Here's a before and after of my side of the closet that needed to get done...

None part of our apartment gets especially bad or anything, just sometimes areas done get enough loving so small changes are all it needs. Here's the toilet/shelf area of the master bathroom...(Yea...I need to get some color in this place, huh?)




Okay, two more...these are from a good couple weeks ago. (Spring cleaning is quite a long process around here!) Unfortunately, there aren't any "Before and Afters." The kitchen usually isn't terrible since we have no choice other than to keep it clean because it's so small. Haha.

There's only three vases on the ledge in the above picture (on the ledge above the stove), the next day or so, I got more! I loved when I had all these yellow flowers. There were FIVE different types of yellow flowers at one time. I felt rich! I would stand there counting: "One, two, three, four, FIVE different yellow flowers! Ryan, look! Look how neat it is! Five different types! All yellow!" The novelty of it all didn't wear out for me at all. I miss those flowers. Haha!  Here they are in all their glory:




No "before" on this one either. Just imagine lots of toothpaste spashes on the mirror, long hair from me shedding, short hair from Ryan's facial hair trimming, and all around disgustingness:

There you have it! I've unfucked a bit over the past month or so...emphasis on the word "bit." I've been enjoying life, however, and that I believe is more important than a spotless house.

Until I post again...have a lovely day!

-Ms. 246

no phone day

This is my phone. This is the phone I forgot to bring to work with me today. We'll blame that on "pregnancy brain," but a whole working day without my phone was just....weird. How will I procrastinate working? How will anyone from work reach me? What if I get in an accident? What will I entertain myself with at lunch?

Aside from the fact that I really hate not having it for emergencies, I learned a lot about not having my phone on me:

I'm more outgoing and tend to seek out the company of others more since I'm not so absorbed in my phone. I met a man with three greyhounds. He told me their histories and let me pet them.  I also met a nice middle school girl at a different school who was kind enough not only to give me directions to the proper classroom, but to escort me all the way there. I also bullshitted at length with my boss and other coworker, which I hardly ever do.

I have no idea what time it is when I don't have my phone. Goodness. This is why people my age don't wear watches. We have phones. We lose the phone? We lose all sense of time.

I am no more productive without a phone. You'd think since I wasn't checking Facebook or the blogs, or the weather I'd be more productive. Nope. I just work slower to make the work last.

I am more attached to my phone than I realize.  The feeling of not being able to check my phone when I wanted throughout the day is the same feeling I got the first day I went without smoking any cigarettes when I quit. It kind of makes me sick to think of that.

It was quite the experiment although it was not intended. I don't think I'll be giving up my phone though. I've already given up cigarettes (silly pregnancy) and most television (silly girl thinking "I'm not going to let my child watch any television for the first 2 years") in the past 6 months. I'm okay with keeping my phone habit. Better to be addicted to information than nicotine, right?

On another note. I scored some plants that my coworker decided she didn't want taking over her yard:

I just have to plant them in the garden. Or the house. I think they'll be okay until tomorrow if I spray them. It's raining and I'm lazy. It's time to get crafting for the night anyway. I'm making a birthday present for the boyfriend's sister. I'll show you when I'm done, but here's a sneak peek for my next post: