Because sometimes the way it should happen in your head isn't always the way it happens...

Like when you end up in the ER on the sixth day of vacation.

Stressed.

Terrified.

Worried.

Sleep deprived.

Sunburnt.

After taking your son to Urgent Care and a doctor wearing a thick gold chain says:

"He should not be on a plane. He should be on his way to Arnold Palmer Children's Hospital."

And you have a brief moment of panic where you aren't really sure if you want to punch the doctor in the face for making you feel this way or curl up in a tiny ball on the floor and sob because you're stressed, terrified, worried, sleep deprived and sunburnt.

So you call your real pediatrician and they agree: "We recommend you take him to the ER."

And you cry some more...sobs really and mainly from sleep deprivation because you aren't thinking clearly. But then you go to the hospital and the doctors are great which gives you hope. And you spend the day getting X-rays which you are terrified may cause cancer and talking with really great doctors who will end up costing thousands. Secretly wishing you were across the street alone at Disney, you are now a nodding hungry zombie.

After a long defeating day and several medications later, your head hits the pillow and you realize...

Tomorrow will be better.

Tomorrow will be better.

And it is. It always is.