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Don’t listen to the cranks, dear. I was in the same situation as your daughter (sick infant, healthy toddler, husband went out the door) and I worked as a cocktail waitress because it was short hrs. and great money. Also, I didn’t have to report for work until 9 p.m.(when the real trouble and real money starts to pile up!) so I had every single day to be with my children. It’s pretty amazing how people can judge a book by it’s cover. My husband had left me with two babies, mountains of medical debt, and the idiot judge let him skate on child support. All those good timin’ men never could understand why I didn’t date! One night, a startlingly handsome college boy was the fill-in bartender. Long story short, that was Mr. X and he loved and adopted my kids and then we had another one of our very own. That was over thirty yrs. ago, long before Hooters girls, but I was painted with that brush you mention. It all worked out for me, and I hope the same for your daughter and her baby. Good luck to you all!