The square peg round hole drives to the bus stop...

Preface:

Massive changes, the girls and I start over... largely a dream place to control-alt-delete.   The incredible school we are so blessed for conviently brings entertaining 30 minute drives to and from the bus stop.  The small shiny private school bus situated elegantly in the mountains of GA (in the Home Depot parking lot) add for a fun twist to our already crazy life.   Well-mannered, well-educated uniform dressed kids being dropped off by parents donning polo shirts and tennis skirts, lining our corner of the lot with almost identical luxury (black) SUVs.

These moments of my black sheep existence throw back a few weeks, but in the spirit of content and giving this blog idea a full-court press, I figured I should add some earlier trips in the mix...

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First week -

Definitely going to be squealing into the kids bus stop at least 5 minutes late, smelly and soaking in sweaty white tank top and arms covered in ink....think I am going to have to turn up the "Ghetto Blastin" playlist just to insure I won't be asked to "Room Rep" again.

If that doesn't do it, when I pack 5 kids into the back seat of the Jeep, that should seal the deal.