#hashtag

On Friday I subbed in second grade, and I was lucky.  I got an awesome class.  #winning  In the class is a boy who is obsessed with hashtags.  Like, the first thing out of his mouth was to ask me if I have seen the Justin Timberlake video about hashtags in real life.  Well, I have, and it's funny, although not something you would expect a second grader to be watching...#whatisthisworldcomingto 
If you have ever spent anytime communicating with me via social media, you will know that I don't do the whole hashtag thing.  I will occasionally use one, usually as a joke, but I think they're pretty dumb, and I don't understand the fascination.  However, he and I spent the whole day communicating with hashtags.  "Hashtag spelling test, hashtag freaking out!  Hashtag did you sharpen your pencil? Hashtag worst way to start the day, hashtag sit down, hashtag are we ready to do this?"
It was a good day.  It's not often that I walk into a classroom on a Friday, give a spelling test, and have the entire class laughing and actually enjoying it.  I felt pretty accomplished.  #Ilovemyjob #secondgradeisthebest #iamthebestsubever
Honestly, though, I was really just lucky to have a such great group of kids.  There were two boys who were pretty chatty ("hashtag sit down and be quiet. Hashtag turn around and face your desk. Hashtag I'm not kidding.  Hashtag why on earth does she let you sit together?"), but when reminded to sit still and get their work done every two minutes, they really weren't bad.  I didn't have anyone run out of the room and take off down the hallway, no one got seriously injured, I didn't have to use any disciplinary measures other than separating the two talkers once, it was good.  It was a fantastic day, in fact.  Except for the fact that I locked myself out of the classroom during lunch and had to go to the office to have them call someone to come unlock it for me, and then go stand in front of it like a dumbo, until someone told me that my key would open it.  #Einsteinmoment  I didn't even try the keys, because the last time I subbed there they didn't work, and someone told me that I wasn't given a key to the classroom.  I guess it must've just been that building.  Oh well, lunches are always too long anyway.
So I got through the day without any major hiccups, and went to pick up Jesse.  When we both work we usually take one car, since I work like, a mile away from him at basically the same time.  #fueleconomist  But by the time I got there, Jason had already taken Jesse home sick, and that's when our weekend started to go downhill.
By the time I got home, Jesse was curled up in the fetal position on the bed and he didn't move for a long time.  Now here's the big bummer, I had started to make feta bacon stuffed chicken breasts for dinner on Thursday, and I had been looking forward to them for days.  But then Jesse said he'd be getting in late, and would probably eat dinner on the way home from the airport, so I baked a potato and saved it for Friday.  Then Jesse got home and it turned out he hadn't eaten, so I ended up heating up some spaghetti o's and kicking myself for not just making the chicken.  On Friday, I asked sick Jesse if he would want dinner, and he moaned a bit and nodded, so I went ahead and cooked the chicken that I was so excited about, the first time I had cooked since he left, and just the smell of it promptly made him throw up.  So much for all my grand plans.  I still ate it, and it was still fantastic, and the rest of it is still sitting in my refrigerator, because every time Jesse smells it he pukes.  So I doubt I'll ever be cooking that again.  #ihateconditionedresponses
Is it wrong of me to have my husband sick in bed, miserable, and all I'm worried about is my chicken?  Probably.
Anyway, Saturday Jesse pretty much lived on saltines and Gatorade, but he did make it out of bed (as far as the couch) and was feeling better, so I was beginning to hope it was food poisoning, and that we would still make it to lunch with Jimmy and Anna and Debbie, the nurse from north, and her husband Woody.  But it was not to be.  Saturday night it came back with a vengeance, and to help things along, my nose stuffed up and I started coughing.
Well, Sunday morning came, and Jesse refused to get out of bed, so I went to church without him, and went and had lunch with everyone, and it was a lovely time.  They're good people, and I enjoy their company, I'm glad I went.
However, it is now almost 4am, and I am still up, because I started feeling sicker, and can't sleep because I'm having back pain, and coughing more, and getting hot and cold...yaaaay me!  So I wouldn't be surprised if I come down with it sometime here shortly.  But I am praying I don't.  There is nothing I hate more than throwing up.  Literally.  Worst. Feeling. Ever.