Scorpion, Uhm.

On time today and fairly drama free so far (could have taken a turn had one of us stepped on the scorpion waiting in the kitchen this morning)...kids are singing Skrillex on the way to the bus (because whose 3 and 7 year olds don't know him?).  

(Side note:  I did upgrade to a 7 passenger SUV ((yes, it is also black albeit more functional than luxury)) and today, 2 months later, I can finally get to the bus stop without using a GPS)

Mila is exhausted and not feeling great so I beg and bribe her to stop crying and I carry her onto the bus fashioning a do-rag, ratty converse and riding britches.   Plop her on the seat, throw a blanket over her, thank the 5th grader for babysitting and run to Walmart with Deorro playing way louder than it should be at 6:58am.