What an insanely busy couple of months we’ve had—and spoiler alert—it’s not slowing down. Well, I am, but not by choice.

Let’s rewind. I had a business trip to Ireland recently (yes, I know, hard life). And it was actually… productive. Like, truly. Great meetings, real progress, and I finally got to meet coworkers in person who do in fact have legs. Unlike past jobs where I traveled a ton and not one meeting accomplished anything besides me learning how many airports sell edible mascara. This trip? 100000% Worth it. I love my job!

But travel in our house is not just me disappearing for a few days. It’s a full logistical operation. Rick doesn’t work from home, so when I’m gone, it’s double duty for him: Millie, Max, Snoozanne, meals, logistics, chaos—and yes, someone will definitely lose a shoe. Likely in Snoozies crate. Again.

I was barely home a week before heading to Portland, Oregon for another work trip (I know, I know… jet-setting PMO Barbie). And again—wait for it—productive! When we prep the remote pieces ahead of time, those in-person days are actually worth the dry airplane air and TSA pat-downs. (Sidebar: if I got a dollar every time I said “productive” in this blog, I could probably buy the camper I actually want.) I’m incredibly lucky to lead a team full of smart, driven, creative, and genuinely caring individuals (pic: DIY Bar Portland Oregon)

Rick and I finally got the chance to getaway, as a family, for Memorial Day weekend. We loaded up the camper, wrangled the kids & Snoozy, and headed to Lake George. This new camper makes me say, “Ohhhh yes…now this is how to camp.” Room for everyone! No sardine-style sleeping or playing Tetris with toothbrushes. When we first tried camping, our trailer was laughably tiny. I think you could pee and cook eggs at the same time, and not in a charming way.

Now we’ve got upgrades: bunk beds, a real table, separate couch… and this time—a SLIDE OUT. Game changer. Honestly, it’s gorgeous. I do still want a bigger bunkhouse, a center island (I’m bougie, what can I say), and Rick dreams of an outdoor kitchen. But this one? It’s perfect for now. And I don’t usually use “relaxing” and “family vacation” in the same sentence, but truly—it’s been wonderful.

And now… tomorrow. The great unknown.

I’m having surgery to remove a 9cm tumor from my ovary. (Yes, nine. As in, the size of an orange if it was taking up way more room than it should be.) It’s got blood supply going to it, which makes it “suspicious”—not in a trench coat and sunglasses way, but in the “could-be-cancer” way. That said, all my pre-surgery tests have looked good—no signs of spread or anything sinister.

I’m not scared of surgery itself. Been there, done that. My real fears?

That they mess up and slice another organ, like last time. During my hysterectomy they cut my bladder and the next six months were… I’ll just say “horrendous” and leave it at that.
That it’s malignant—and the road ahead becomes less predictable and a lot more hospital-y.

But whatever happens, I’m trying to stay positive. I’ve got an army of amazing people around me. Rick, Shannon, and Jonna—you three are my rocks. Shannon, thank you for coming to every appointment, asking the hard questions when I was too tired to pretend I understood what “vascularized septation” meant. Rick, thank you for being my partner in every possible way. You’ve got my back whether it’s a business trip, a hospital bed, or a Gantt chart meltdown.

More to come…