I hate cliches like, "everything will work out for the best" and "it will all come out in the wash", but things seem to have worked out for the best.
Only a week ago I was staring down the barrel of unemployment with an eviction notice (notice to vacate) on the fridge with a baby due only a few weeks away.
Now I'm working, we just got a new place in the same street as our current place, and the baby is hanging in there.
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