Unfucking of Habitats

Like the entire internet, I am a pretty avid follower of Unfuck Your Habitat on Tumblr, mainly because I am the person that they are aiming for. I like having a clean household, but a lot of times, I'm just ... not lazy, but ... I could easily find something else more important to do. However, since our recent Attack of the Tiny Flies, I have decided that, yes, I am going to actually do some deep cleaning. I can't guarantee that this will last much further than my next obsession, but hell. I'm going to try.

And being the overly ambitious crazy person that I am, I'm going to tackle the room that is currently the worst: our extra room. It was supposed to be my writing and yoga area, but instead it's become Our Special Storage Unit. We've been in this apartment since April 1, and it looks like we just got here.

Sure, I could make excuses. We're not sure how long we'll be here or if it's even worth it, which was essentially how our last apartment became the clutterfest that it was. And both Three and I work really hard and then we have other shit to do on the weekends and then when we come back we're just exhausted or it's late or Zola has thrown up again. But I don't want to wait until I leave DHS to begin the transformation into a livable and, dare I say it, people-invitey-overy space. It's not like I want to become the next Martha Stewart or anything, with linens and perfectly iced cakes and terrified underlings of a specific size, weight, and ethnicity. But I would like to not be ashamed to have a little dinner thing with friends or family. Ha, I don't even let my mother in the front door, by which she is equal parts offended and relieved.

God, I just started looking around at the rest of the apartment, and it really does look like an episode of Hoarders (which by the way, is almost as bad as Intervention. I can't watch those shows). There's no way in hell that I'm showing you the disaster area that is our living room/bedroom.* Our kitchen is pretty clean, due to the previously mentioned flies from hell, as is our bathroom. Oddly enough, our closet is organized. The rest of the house? Not so much. I have a lot of work to do.

* We've basically made our one-bedroom apartment into a studio with an extra room on the side, because, hey, we pay rent here and we can. Sue me. Plus, it gives me an excuse to play video games in bed.