7 months of laughter, tears, terrible sleep, diapers, baths, teething, diaper rash, despair, and a little joy. Has it really been that long? Still no jobs. I work part time at a fast-food joint and get treated pretty badly. Gene had 1 interview after a dozen applications. I have had 1 rejection, via email. My master's degree feels both useless and a handicap. No one wants to hire me for jobs that don't match my experience, or that require only a high school diploma. Anyway, good things will happen soon.
Emeline has quite the opinionated personality! I already dread the terrible two's.
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