{"id":6664,"date":"2010-04-01T08:49:26","date_gmt":"2010-04-01T12:49:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/?p=6664"},"modified":"2012-11-05T14:55:29","modified_gmt":"2012-11-05T18:55:29","slug":"april-fool","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/6664\/april-fool\/","title":{"rendered":"April Fool"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I got the treatment from my 12-y-o today. I was up all night writing. I have allergies. I woke up in a daze, absolutely unable to function. And my son was all over me from the moment I opened my eyes, hugging me, all grins, wouldn&#8217;t stop hugging me as he did his manipulative best to guide me to a chair for coffee, there&#8217;s coffee for you, mom, coffee, &#8220;Wow, thanks,thanks for the hugs, I love you, too, thanks, but can you back off a minute until I wake up, I am seriously not functioning yet&#8221;, and still he kept on with the hugs, by now leaping up and down, &#8220;What&#8217;s up? What are you so excited about?&#8221; I asked,  nothing, nothing, he says but he&#8217;s barely able to contain himself, more hugs and jumping up and down, finally getting me to my chair and desk (I&#8217;d stopped off in the kitchen) where my coffee awaited me. I stood there and he waited, this huge and wonderful smile on his face. I looked around. What was up? By now it was feeling like we must have won the lottery overnight and there should be a Porsche or something in the living room and diamonds piled up on my desk. But, no, everything looks the same. No Porsche, no diamonds.<\/p>\n<p>I sat.<\/p>\n<p>Not 1 but 3 whoopie cushions.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;April Fools!&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I got the treatment from my 12-y-o today. I was up all night writing. I have allergies. I woke up in a daze, absolutely unable to function. And my son was all over me from the moment I opened my eyes, hugging me, all grins, wouldn&#8217;t stop hugging me as he did his manipulative best [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":28825,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[24],"tags":[424],"class_list":["post-6664","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-everyday-stories","tag-a"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6664","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6664"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6664\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/28825"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6664"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6664"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6664"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}