Mamma Said There'd Be Days Like This

Yesturday was a doosy. I'm not sure where to start. I had a presentation yesturday and although stressful, I think it went well. Shortly before I was to present I got a phone call from the Michigan day care regulating department to ask me some questions about the incident that happened at the day care that Ian stays in while I am at school. My response was "WHAT INCIDENT!". The woman responded by telling me that a baby stopped breathing and was rushed to the hospital where she is still in a coma. I was shocked and just about dropped the phone to run and get Ian who was in day care at the time. The woman went on to tell me everything she knew and it seems that the woman that watches Ian did everything she was supposed to do and it seems that it was of no fault of hers. IT SEEMS. Thats hard - what do we do? For now I think Ian will stay just because there were only two places that were accepting infants and the other was no good. She did everything she was supposed to do so I will assume that it was through no fault of the provider. So I got this call an hour before I was to present. My shoulders were somewhere by my ears when I was done with the presentation. Then I am driving home from picking up Ian and Aaron and before I could get the car parked, Alan calls me to say that our house has been broken into, again. Yes, this is the fifth incident since we bought the house in '03. It isn't such a bad neighborhood - at all. The police think that it is one perpetrator who has targeted our house as an easy pick. So the girls that we were renting to are moving out. After all this is the second time that they have been broken into in two months. I'm letting them out of their lease because I don't think that they are safe there. What if they are home next time something happens? But this leaves me in a quandry. Do I rent again or do we try to sell again... how do we pay our mortgage and rent... where will the money come from? Just one more semester of no income, I just need to get through the next four months. Thank god everyday isn't like this.