Is there a potty in the Mystery Machine?

Welcome to my initial post on what I am sure will be such an amazing blog that your week will simply not be complete if you have not read all updates.

I had a teacher in high school who would never allow us to disclaimers about what we had written, so as a nod to her wisdom, "This is the best damn thing I have ever written."

Or maybe it won't be, but I see it as being humorous for some and therapeutic for me. I figured I would kick it off by introducing you to the depths of my subconscious mind. I woke up this morning in a cold sweat from a horrible dream. I was Freddie (the one from Scooby Doo, not Nightmare on Elm Street. My kids my argue that), and I was running away from a really mean Vampire (as much as modern fiction wants us to believe otherwise, I am pretty sure they are all really mean on some level). Somehow I was actually outrunning this supernatural dude, and I jumped into the Mystery Machine. Apparently I was living in the van because the Vampire could not come in without an invitation. Yes! Score one for the Fred-Meister!

Or not. Because then the vampire, with his super-vamp strength, picked up said Mystery Machine and toted it, and me, off into the blue. What the heck!? How am I supposed to get out of this one?! BEEP BEEP BEEP. Apparently I am supposed to get out by making lunches and breakfasts and waking up cranky children.

That said, I think I have figured out my dream pretty well thinking about it throughout the day. I think I was Freddie because he is the leader of the gang, and I view myself as the leader of my little family gang. I can assure you that I was not Freddie because of my athletic prowess or my beautiful golden hair. Perhaps my affinity for scarves played into it, but I am getting side-tracked.

As the leader of my little clan, I can say that I have been feeling lots of pressure lately to make a pretty big decision. Big decision equals vampire in this little scenario. I have been praying and crying for months trying to decide if I will continue to teach preschool (MOST WONDERFUL JOB EVER) or stay home with my amazing family. There is a lot more that goes with that, but I will save that can of worms for a day better suited for fishing in that pond. So I have been feeling like I just can't get away from this vampire!

Over the weekend Hubby and I made the decision, and today I had to tell my boss that I will not be back next year. Yes, I cried. And I will be going home (remember I lived in the Mystery Machine). Well, the vampire can't get in, but I have feeling that I will still get carried away sometimes by making the tough calls. The good news, home is still safe. And vampires still have to sleep during the day, so I can make my escape. In the meantime, is there a potty in the Mystery Machine?