It's all fun and games until you get called out by your 7-year old.
(OMG. SEVEN. YEAR. OLD.)
"Momma, I keep texting you and you never answer!" she fussed.
I could have told her to get in line because there are plenty of people who I owe a text or email to at this point. I'm like two months behind or something like that, but whatever. I hadn't replied to Alexis because I hadn't gotten the texts because ... OH YEAH! I turned off the wifi on the old iPhone when we were in Indiana last month and never turned it back on.
WHOOPS.
I conveniently ignored the part where I was busted for not fixing something that I purposely broke. I walked over, flipped on the wifi for what Alexis refers to as her "phone" (it's really more of a broken-down iPod Touch at this point), and watched as my phone blew up with new text messages.
And I do mean BLEW UP. Over 100 messages found their way from one device to the other. Rather than reading through them right then and there, I continued on with cleaning the kitchen.
Not much later, I noticed that I had a new email. I'm trying really very hard to not fall further behind, so I rushed to answer it. Except, it was from me. To me. I wrote myself an email. It said, "I think you are a great mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I was certain I would remember if I had written an email containing my entire year's allotment of exclamation points. Something was up.
OMG ALEXIS ACCESSED MY EMAIL USING MY OLD PHONE.
A few minutes later, I had assessed the damage. She had emailed me and a few other people, but fortunately she hadn't done anything like sending a "Good riddance, moron" email to her kindergarten teacher. I quickly deleted the email account, double-checked the apps and accounts that were installed, and opened up the texting app she uses to send me messages.
1. We really need to talk about abusing exclamation points.
2. I wish I had been reading the messages all along! So fun! She's such a sweet kid! I *am* fun on vacations!
NEVER MIND.