Where to draw the line

Where my parenting lacks, is mornings. I don't do mornings. I awake in just enough time to get my kids dressed, they sit and watch SpongeBob, yes SpongeBob, get over it!  While awaiting a waffle, toaster strudel, or muffin. Anything that is easily accessible in the morning, is nutrition in my book! They leave roughly five minutes prior to the bus arrival, which is one block up from our home. It is literally a hop, skip, and a jump from our front door. Hey, no complaints from this mom!
So, here is the dilemma.  Who got to the bus stop first, seems to think that they are the child who should be first in-line to step onto the bus. In my opinion? Be my guest, as a child I was in no rush to get to that building of boredom, discipline, and constant routine. However, as my husband reminded me, it is not about getting on first, but rather winning a challenge, a game in the mind of a child. It all just comes down to winning. In this day and age, our children have assigned seats, so once again, I think to myself, "Self, why the Hell does any of this bickering make sense when these children have assigned seats?" There again, my husbands voice whispers in my ear, and I get it, I do! Nevertheless, every morning, five days a week, is a constant battle. Each parent wants to see their child get a turn to step onto that bus first, but there is always that one child who will not share nor will this child's parent try to make this child understand the benefits in sharing, and the politeness in taking turns? Is that not a part of raising your child? Mannerisms? Sharing is so important in the raising of a child. One parent came up with a solution. The solution? Each child pick a number from the hat. It all made perfect sense, or so you would think.The next day worked out smoothly as number one got on first and seven last. The next day? It all went to Hell. Why? Because one child was not there, so it through the entire number line out the door! We were reverted right back to the battle for first in line. Where, do we, as parents, draw the line? We all argued over it. PARENTS, fighting over children getting on the bus first. Oddly enough, I felt this primal instinct to defend my children just as much as the others. I am Lioness, hear me ROAR! As the claws came out, the bus came, the kids got on, and the moms went home to sip their coffee, and call their husband's, mothers, or friends to fill them in on the utter chaos at the bus stop! Maybe next time a little kahlua in that coffee could help ease that tension, but at 8:00 a.m., it is just not that enticing. Damn, if I only did not quit smoking! Where is the relief in such anger from ignorance and stupidity??