06/16/2026
We are supposed to leave for Brazil in a couple of hours.
Two adults.
Five kids.
Six weeks.
Yet I've been sitting here at the hospital for the last three hours.
Please pray for my husband.
But before you think,
"Oh no! What happened?!"
HE is FINE.
While I spent yesterday making lists, checking passports, arranging pet care, cleaning out the fridge, packing enough stuff to survive an apocalypse, and making sure seven people successfully relocate to another hemisphere for six weeks.
My husband spent the day fighting for his life in the bathroom.
Preparing for his first colonoscopy.
I just feel like that's information that should be shared.
Because I would like us all to take a moment to recognize the confidence of this man.
Not the confidence required to get a colonoscopy.
The confidence required to look at the family calendar...
see:
"Leave for Brazil"
and think:
"You know what would pair nicely with that?
A colonoscopy!
Let's do a medical procedure that requires extensive fasting, an absurd amount of laxatives, hardcore sedation, and a designated driver...The morning we leave for a six-week international trip."
Honestly...
that's the kind of optimism that built America.🤣
And because flights for 7 people were THOUSANDS of dollars cheaper out of LAX, and he's not allowed to drive...
I now get the privilege of chauffeuring a sedated and freshly scoped husband seven hours to Los Angeles.
Suboptimal choice of timing, my love.
Suboptimal choice of timing.
But on the bright side...
at least one of us is “traveling light” today.😂