Daycare's aren't supposed to be scary places.

So I promised a blog on the daycare search. Here you go - now mind you it is not for the faint of heart!
So when we got all settled in I decided that not only did I need a job but Bean needed a daycare. And soon. We were both wearing each others nerves with boredom!
So I started with a "highly recommended place" known as Basics Learning Center. It looked safe from the outside. Nice little square brick house deal near the mall. I walked inside and thought, "who the hell would recommend this place? A member of the Adams family?" It w a dark, old smelly little place. I was honestly scared to walk inside much further but this old ass woman, oops excuse me, nice old woman saw me and told me to come in. She was the daycare director AND the kindergarten teacher. Nice. Multi roles. Not impressed.
She took me on a tour and I swear the place was creepier and creepier. The kids all took naps together. No matter WHAT age group. She continued on the tour and when I asked who was watching her kindergarten kids while she spoke with me it was like she REMEMBERED them! So she went to check on them! I was like oh HELL no! You cannot leave kids alone!
So I politely accepted her death certificate, oh I mean enrollment papers and left. No way was I leaving my kid there. Ever!
So on to the next place. This one was a national chain. I had made an appointment with the director a few days prior.
Bud went with me to this one. Bean stayed with the in-laws.
We walked in and wanted to RUN back out. Yes it was that bad. But we couldn't since we were spotted!
This woman met us at the door and introduced herself as the assistant director. She apologized that the director as well as half of the staff was out sick. Great where is my purell?
So we let her take us on the tour. It just got worse and worse. We walk in and the whole place was open. I asked how did they designate age group areas? Apparently they had partition walls and the kids "knew their boundaries". Yeah right. Tell a three year old there's an imaginary line keeping him in his room. Dumb.
The place was old, dirty and had the feeling of being ghettofied.
The assistant director coughed on us the entire time and then told us she was also the cook! She went on to say that she spiced up the food with lots of flavor and butter. Um no. Please do not ever feed my child. The kitchen was filthy and looked like it had seen better days. We quickly left and purelled the hell out of our hands. I was almost in tears thinking we would NEVER find a place.
Well I remembered seeing a place earlier in the week a few blocks away so we went over there. Well apparently there is a daycare god and he loves me.
This place was AWESOME. I walked in and instantly knew this was it. It felt like we were walking into someone's house. Very homey, CLEAN and organized. Ahhhhh. Finally.
This place is nicer than where Bean was before. And get this - only 9 dollars more a week than the ghetto place. And the same price as Count Dracula's lair. Awesome. We signed him up right then!