When it rains, it pours...

This past weekend was terrible.

My car was driving funny, not accelerating well, for the past week and I FINALLY had a moment to take it in to get checked on Saturday. I took it to a local place I get the oil changes done at frequently, so I am familiar with some of the guys there. I was told they would need to run a diagnostic on my car ($95), I said "No". They told me the only other option would be to drive it around to give me an idea of what could be wrong. Sure, do that. And they did.
Next thing I know, I'm being told my car's clutch has gone out and it will cost me $1200 to replace because of the type of car I drive. I burst into tears. Can anyone say "Embarrassing"? The poor guy just kept saying "I'm really sorry" which of course didn't help at all. I made a few calls and decided to take my car some where else. I go to the front counter and ask how much I owe for them checking the car out for me. Here's where things get ugly. $95.00. I lost it. "What do you mean $95 just for driving my car around the block?!", "Well, we told you whats wrong with it.", "I'm NOT paying $95 for you to just drive my car around a block, that's ridiculous! I specifically told you I didn't want a diagnostic run!!!!!!" (This where I start getting choked up and leaking tears again). The man goes into the back to talk to the mechanic. Upon his return he asks if it would help for him to take 10% off the cost. I FLIP! "I don't HAVE $500 I DON'T have $1000 and I'm not paying $95!!!!". He probably can see the flames in my eyes at this point (and my son is now crying in my arms as well, which doesn't help any) so he picks up the phone and tells the man in the back to bring my car out front and I storm out. Still crying. So embarrassed (only because of my emotional state, thank you my son...).

I decided to get home and put my son down for a much needed nap and then cry on the couch for a bit. I start to feel better, I know things will work out. My parents have connections and are making calls for me.

Sunday comes along and I'm feeling a bit better, my son is happy and being silly. Good day so far. Then the bomb drops. I get an email from his daycare provider. Now, here's the back story:

This past week I have had to work late so my mom has picked him up from daycare. When I went to get him from her after work he would be in different pants than the ones I took him to daycare in. My mom told me that's how he was dressed when she picked him up. He developed a rash over that week and one morning when I arrive the aide told me all the costume changes were due to over-wet diapers leaking through. Hmm, I've had him pooping out of his diaper when he was younger, but pee? Only some times in the morning from his over night diaper and even that is rare. I let it go. Friday my mom calls me on her way home from his daycare. He is SOAKED and she is ranting about the aide.
So I send his daycare provider an email stating my concerns about the new aide (she had only been on the job two weeks at this point). I express that I like this aide but because she has no formal childcare training/schooling, perhaps she doesn't realize how important the "small" things, like changing a diaper, are to parents. Two days later her response surprises me. She fired the aide. Not only because of my concerns, but other parents have also spoken to her about similar issues. I foresaw a reprimand, but not her being fired. With this change comes the bomb. She'll be changing her hours of operation. Closing an hour earlier. Which doesn't work for me AT all. Crap. Time to start the frantic search for a new daycare.