Emily missed the bus this morning. It was bad enough that she was running behind, but then the bus came early (which is totally against the rules) and there was no hope.
So after we put Ally on her bus, I loaded my children into the cold van to drive her to school. And then she threw up. So we unloaded the car and back into the house we went.
I only wish she could have puked BEFORE I woke Sam up- now they are both awake at the crack of dawn and starting their normal bickering, argue over the TV, whats for breakfast routine. And I still haven't had my morning coffee yet.
Looks like Eleven is most certainly not my lucky number.