Meh.

Today's blog is for venting. Don't feel like you have to express sympathies, I'm just at my wit's end. I've been sick for a couple of days now with the flu, or something like it. I had to cancel yesterday's students and have someone go into work for me today at the high school. And I'm just SICK of being sick! Jake was up all Sunday night with the flu, throwing up and having hot and cold flashes. Poor guy. I refrained from kissing him until I thought he wasn't contagious anymore, but I didn't wait long enough it seems. For some reason I am unable to throw up. I haven't thrown up in over 10 years. I really can't remember the last time I did. So I think that's why I'm not getting any better. I'm only getting really anxious because I have a 3 hour rehearsal tonight. It's the one and only rehearsal for 3 concerts to follow this weekend. If I'm not better by tonight I'll sound awful in rehearsal. I'm just stressed out. Another contributing factor to my queasiness: The other day I bought one of those glade plugin scents. I've never been a fan of artificial Christmas smells that these companies produce every year, like fresh baked cookies, or apple cinnamon, or pine. Usually it smells like food, and if I smell food, I want food. And it's a vicious cycle; you can't eat a glade plugin. But I tried really hard to find a scent that would work. I found one that smelled like candy canes, and I thought that would work just fine. I brought it home, plugged it in, and the next morning woke up and came in the living room to the most rancid smell imaginable! It did NOT smell like candy cane, more like pure sugar topped with more sugar. And then melted into liquid form. It was SO gross. Naturally, I took the plugin and threw it away. BAD IDEA. The way these things make your home smell so "good" is through a straw that sucks up the liquid and becomes saturated in the scent. Well, after a few hours the whole garbage and kitchen started smelling like this awful smell, because it leaked out. And now I'm pretty sure that the smell is here to stay, it must have somehow bled through the garbage bag into the can itself. I need to give it a good rinse out, because I have to hold my breath to walk into the kitchen. Which isn't good because since I've been sick I've been neglecting the dishes. And now I have another reason to stay out of the kitchen. Even as I type this I can smell it. I even bought a new scent to replace the nasty scent but can only smell the old one. Moral of the story? Don't kiss your sick husband, and maybe just stick to candles. Or buy a plug in from Bath and Body Works or something.