I have Tweetdeck active on my desktop and when my kids tweet, it pops up on my screen. I’m sure they think I’m the weirdest mom on the planet. I figure if they have something interesting to say, I don’t want to miss it. I’ve learned that social media stalking can come in handy when you’re a parent. I have to admit that I rarely tweet them and if I do, it’s usually a RT. Stalking them is one thing, but embarrassing them is something I try to avoid.
Late in the evening, I was researching my upcoming trip to Texas. I like to plan and take notes before I venture on a vacation. The Westin Galleria Dallas is hosting Clara and I for a weekend this month and I wanted to read the restaurant menus. I scoured each section of the website, checked out the plush rooms and read each restaurant menu from top to bottom.
I wanted to share what I found with Clara, but she was upstairs in her bedroom.
I could yell upstairs. I could walk upstairs. I could text or call. Instead, I tweeted.
@thechiceditor mom, why did you tweet me? I'm upstairs
— Clara Anderson (@TheLonelySquire) June 27, 2013
After she tweeted me, she yelled down the stairs. “Seafood in Dallas sounds great mom!” She’s a teenager and has way more energy than I do.