This is me when the phone rings! "WOAH!"
But then we meet our Prince Charming and exhale a wonderful sigh of relief that we will never have to stare at our phones praying it would ring. That guy gave us a ring! No need to worry.
I realized during this past week that there is actually a grown-up equivalent to this. It happens when you decide to sell your house. We feel judged like our younger selves when someone doesn't want our house. And I promise you, the anxiety I feel is pretty close to that of my teenage self, except now I have to hold it together. Nobody will empathize with a grown woman who is breaking down because her house didn't sell it's first week on the market. Nope, nobody wants to hear that b*ll$hit!
But alas, here I am....with my phone next to me 24/7 willing my Realtor to call/text with some good news. And here I wait...
Wait, did you want to know WHY we are selling our house? Oh man, I will have to write that story next! Chronological order is for the birds!