I accepted the offer. It was a good one and the buyers waived the contingency to have an inspection (idiots) and the realtor dropped the commission by one point so I signed. Then I went out onto my Mom’s back deck and cried. She told me to do my best and to go with my gut but I still feel as if I let her down and that she will somehow be disappointed. I don’t have a phone number to reach her in Ireland and she’s not answering my e-mails. I am going to go drink some vodka, play some Math game that Polly has to do for homework and throw some ravioli in water for dinner.

When will I ever feel like a grown up?