at Woodifer. There's something I never thought of! D'oh!
Yesterday I unfucked my Drawer of Death. General dumping ground for makeup, toiletries, cotton buds, reels of thread, ribbons, photos and so much crap. All the ribbons/cables/thread had formed a giant cats cradle in the drawer that required scissors to unfuck. DH went to Ikea and got me proper drawer dividers and now it is neat and tidy! I tidied the top of the chest as well but didn't get as far as wiping the spilt eyeshadow/baby oil/tea off it.
DH did some unfucking of the spare room - took down the spare bed so we can turn it into an office. This has, however, left us with a lot of stuff that was stored under the bed and now has nowhere to live, such as empty suitcases, tubs of shoes etc.
I did a bit of hoovering in the spare room, DH cleaned the mould off the windowsill and I hung out a load of washing and put the next one on.
These are laudable tasks, don't get me wrong, but they are not actually getting on with improving the cleanliness of the house. Both bathrooms need cleaning, the whole place needs hoovering and the kitchen floor needs washing. There's also a giant mound of dirty washing and 3 Ikea bags of clean washing to be put away. And the fridge needs some serious unfucking.
Also, I'm 14 weeks pregnant and suffered from SPD in my 2 previous pregnancies. After yesterday's efforts I spent all evening limping around in pain.
They weren't even particularly strenuous efforts!
Right, I'm supposed to be working from home in my brand new shiny office. Maybe I should set the timer to do 20:10s on my work!