I'm an April Fool!

12:00
Yesterday, I was short-sheeting every bed in the house and laughing to myself at the thought of everyone going to bed that night. I even exchanged Will's box spring and mattress knowing on the weekends he usually falls asleep on the couch and then is really disoriented when he wakes up.

Enter Emma, home from college scheming with her partner in crime, Meg. Here is how the rest of the day played out:

3:00
Meg calls me to see where I am. I am on my way home from Dick's Market and will be home shortly is my reply. She casually asks, "Have you showered today? Libby said you look really weird."
"How would Libby know, she hasn't even seen me."
"I don't know. Oh well, see you soon."

3:15
I get home, say an excited hello to Emma and talk to her about her week. She says, "See that cup by the sink? Could you fill it with some water for me?" I turn on the faucet and get squirt by the side spray that they have rubber banded the handle down. They laugh and Meg is on the computer snickering away.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing... you will see, later"
"Are you mad?" asks Emma

4:00
Meg-"Mom, have you checked you're email?"
Me-"No, why"
Meg-"You should"
The first email is a reply from an email sent from my email account, from my friend Karen saying: "If this is what I think it is, I'm laughing away..... BTW--make sure no one else can see Mattie's name on the top corner of the pic!  :)"

I read my email which is sent to my contacts announcing the good news of baby #8 coming to our home.
Me-"Nice."
Emma:-"Are you mad?"

6:15
Emma- "Mom, you better get in the shower if you are going to Addison and Tierra's open house.
Me- "I'm getting in right now."

6:30
I come in to start dinner. My make up is on but my hair is wet.
Emma-"Aren't you going to do your hair?"
Me-"I will as soon as I get the burgers on."

7:00
Emma-"I will finish up. Go do your hair. What do you want me to do?"
"Nice girl," I think
I go in grab the blow dryer, turn it on and POOF! A cloud of baby powder hits me in the face. I think the  blow dryer is on fire until I smell the powder.
Emma, Brent and Thomas are watching on, laughing.
"Are you mad?" asks Emma.

7:30-10:00
A steady stream of emails congratulating me on our "new little one." Along with "Uh, April Fool's"

I say to Emma, "Everyone thinks I sent this out about myself."
 "I know," Emma says, "That's the best part about it."
"I would have been a little more original." I say.
How embarrassing

At least I will get the last laugh I think.

11:00
Emma texts me: "Short sheeting the beds... Is that all you got?"

 I get home, Will hasn't fallen asleep on the couch, he is in the guest room bed.
"What did Will do?" I ask
"He just sat on his bed, shook his head and walked out." Thomas says.
"Why aren't you in bed?" I ask Thomas.
"Because you did something to my sheet." Thomas says.


Brent is asleep, on top of the sheets, Libby falls asleep on the couch so I carry her down to her bed, put her in her sheets and she curls up in a ball not filling out the short sheeted bed.

"Are you mad?" Emma asks.

I don't get mad.
I get even.