Fragrance Free!

In an effort to make our house smell like fresh linen blowing in the breeze on a vanilla coconut beach covered in pumpkin and spice with a hint of Alaskan waves my wife has strategically placed candles and plug-ins throughout our house. The candles have been ban due to the fire hazard however, plug-ins have still been permitted. Until now.

I face-timed Jamie this evening so that I could tell Charlie good night. I could tell by the look on Jamie's face that something had gone wrong. She was frantically wiping down the dresser and wall where a plug-in had been sitting. In her frustrated voice she said "I just spilled a bottle of plug-in oil." My first thought was "Awesome!"

She continued to tell me how strong the fragrance was and how it made her nauseas. She also described how it made her feel like she had indigestion. I am glad that she finally understood how I felt from a minor whiff of the scent. I did feel bad she had to feel that way while being pregnant.

I continued to talk to Charlie to distract him while Jamie continued cleaning up the mess. Scented oil is not very easy to clean. You can remove the oil, but pressed wood soaks up liquid faster than a sponge. I offered some suggestions for eliminating the scent, but Jamie had other plans. She was just going to quarantine the room for the night.

She sent me a picture of her and Charlie camped out in the living room. 

I am sure that Charlie thought it was fun to have a little bed in the living room, Jamie, not so much. I know that the couch is quite a comfy place to sleep, but Prego might not feel the same way. 

I came home to find Charlie sawing logs on his "Big Boy Bed" mattress in the living room and Jamie in a cocoon on the couch. I could smell the scent of a mixed citrus orchard as soon as I opened the door. I could only imagine how bad the scent was going to be in our room. Jamie had tried her best to absorb the oil with some white powdery substance and left a window open for ventilation.

I entered our room and the scent was not as bad as I thought it would be. Luckily it was not cinnamon. I would have suffered asphyxiation immediately. I changed my clothes and hung in our room for a while to test the air quality. After a few minutes of trying to enjoy the comfort of our bed alone I was over taken by the fragrance. I am going to find a comfortable place in the living room.

If she wants our house to smell like fresh linen, Jamie needs to sniff the laundry. Fresh citrus, slice some fruit. Vanilla coconut, eat a Mounds. No more artificial scents. We are a fragrance free house!