Facebook is killing my blog

The good news is I haven't been sick or maimed...the bad news is I seem to spend all spare moments perusing Facebook. So if you've been reading my blog come on over to FB because chances are.....that's where I am.

Did I blog about our vacation.....Nope.
Did I blog about what the kids have been doing....Nope.
Did I blog about Easter......Nope

I did however score over 50,000 on Bejeweled Blitz so that's something right?

Here's a little story about Mia that everyone likes to retell. It went down about a month ago.

Mia ALWAYS wants to wear shorts, t-shirts and flip flops. Everyday. I had her convinced it was winter in Michigan and since there was snow on the ground it was too cold for summer clothes.
When we came back from Florida though she seemed to think differently even though it was still freezing here.
It was a Wednesday(I remember it well) she woke up, got dressed, brushed her hair and brushed her teeth all by herself. I even called Mike at lunch and told him how impressed I was with Mia that she just got up and did it. There was no fighting about wearing pants and I didn't have to tell her to do any of it.

I take her to school everyday and pick her up. She is dropped off in the back of the school at the kindergarten playground and when I pick her up (I'm usually early) Mason and I sit in the front "lobby" and the kids will walk past us to the playground for a "recess" until the bell rings.

So that Wednesday Mason and I are standing there when her class parades by. There goes Mia wearing shorts, tank top and flip flops. I know she knew exactly why my mouth was hanging open since she had this smirk/smile on her face and gave us a big wave. I was standing at the door to the playground looking out the window and say to myself, "I can't believe this" when the mother next to me says, "I know I helped her change." Say what?! "Well, Mia said there was something wrong with her pants and that you said it was OK for her to wear the shorts since she brought them." Mia comes up to us now.
Me: So Mia you lied to Mrs. Cooper because you KNOW you're not supposed to wear shorts to school.
Mia looks at the floor.
Me: Okay, you're not answering me so that means Yes you lied. You know what happens when you lie. You'll be getting soap in the mouth when we go home. Now go change into your pants, you have church class now.

When she's home later that night I put soap in her mouth (I use the bar soap so I can really grind it in her teeth) and she's screaming.....I get so incensed I grab a garbage bag and go into her bedroom. I throw all her shorts, t-shirts, tank tops etc. into the bag, "Now they're gone!".

The next day as we're going to school I look in her backpack and sure enough there is a pair of shorts packed in there.

Friday....I go pick her up from school and there goes the summer parade again. Are you kidding me? So I go out to the playground and drag her back to her classroom to change her clothes. The teacher says, "Oh, are you taking her home early?"
Me: No, if she gets dressed back into her pants she may go outside and finish recess. We've had a problem the last couple of days with her changing her clothes at school.
Teacher: Oh, I was wondering why she showed up today in shorts.
Me: What?! You mean she showed up that way?
Teacher: Yes, she arrived at class dressed in those clothes.
So that means after I dropped her off at the Playground fully dressed she went inside the school and changed her clothes before going to her classroom. You're probably saying to yourself, "but wait I thought you took all her summer clothes." Yes, I did. She was climbing up into the high parts of her closet and getting the stuff I bought (on sale) for her to grow into. So the clothes didn't even really fit.
I was saying to a friend, "I can't believe she thought she was going to get away with it." My friend said, "well, she would have if she would have been smart enough to change back before you picked her up. At 15 she will be." Wonderful!

The next week (Wednesday) again I'm taking her to school and we're in the car.
Me: Oh, I think you forgot to put your homework in your backpack.
Mia: It's in there.
Me: I don't remember you putting it in there. Hand me your backpack so I can check.
Mia: No, I want it back here.
Me: (Not getting what's going on right away) Mia, just hand me your backpack so I can check real quick.
Mia: No, I REALLY want it in the back with me.
Me: (now I get it) Give me your backpack now!
Sure enough there was a pair of shorts jammed in the bottom. I never imagined my Kindergartner would be sneaking clothes to school. Lord pray for me because those teen years are going to be a nightmare.