Social media can be a helpful thing for moms like me who sometimes creep on their kids to find out what they're up to.

But if not used properly, it can also be a source of embarrassment.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am a fairly educated woman and have been the managing editor of this newspaper for the past seven years.

More importantly, I am the mother of three young adults, and an apparent dumb-dumb when it comes to Twitter.

This is a revelation I only recently discovered. Let me explain.

My boys spent several days in Panama City Beach, Florida with about a gazillion other college-age spring breakers, but failed to contact me on a regular (daily) basis as promised.

For days I creeped on Twitter hoping to get a glimpse into their antics, and proof that they were alive and well.

I got nothing.

While partying at the beach, their cell phones were safely secured in their hotel rooms making Twitter updates nonexistent.

To put it mildly, it was a long five days.

But shortly after they returned, bingo! A plethora of photos they were tagged in by friends popped up on my Twitter feed chronicling the week-long happenings no mom in her right mind wants to see.

Except for me.

Abandoning all pride, I furiously scoured the pictures trying to get a glimpse into how they spent their vacation.

What I learned from that experience is: 1. They had a lot of fun. 2. They are fully enjoying their college experience. 3. There are some things a mom should never see.

One picture in particular caught my attention. It was posted by a girl I have never met, but who clearly thinks my oldest son is delicious. All I am willing to say is that it involved dancing.

At that point, my good sense told me I should put down my phone, crawl into bed with a blankie and pray for deliverance, but my curiosity got the best of me so I did what no mom should do: I creeped on The Girl too.

What I didn't realize, however, is that in the midst of my creeping I had inexplicably pushed the "Follow" button, alerting The Girl that @ETEditor was now on her tail.

The moment I realized my mistake, I quickly un-followed her and fessed up to The Husband who laughed hysterically and said, "Your phone will be ringing in 10 minutes."

He was wrong.

It took 15 minutes for that heart-sinking ding to go off. I picked up the phone, swallowed hard and read this: "Hey mom, if you are going to creep on Twitter at least be smart about it."

The Girl had ratted me out.

Of course, I did what any woman would do and blamed the whole thing on The Husband.

"Your dad has fat fingers," I replied. "He doesn't know what he is doing on Twitter and accidentally follows people all the time."

This is what I got back: "Morons."

By now I was sufficiently scolded, something I am growing more accustomed to every day.

I won't even touch on the recent Twitter episode involving my daughter, her boyfriend and more creeping. But it did result in door slamming and a couple of screams.

I'm pretty sure becoming a private detective is not in my future.

Can you say #momprobs?

Sara Vanden Berge is the managing editor of the Empire-Tribune. She can be reached at 254-968-2379. Follow her on Twitter @ETEditor (if you dare.)