A dangerous question to ask in my home.

Date: Monday Night
Situation: We had the baseball banquet. Colin and I were looking forward to a kid free evening.
What Could Go Wrong: We lost power for FIVE HOURS. Right after I got out of the shower so I could not blow dry or straighten my hair. Neat. I said it here before. If someone farts too loud in our neighborhood, we lose power. When we lost power back in December (I know, I know...LET THE ICE STORM GO, EMILY!!!) Colin and I managed to form a "team" mentality, rarely if ever, fighting during the eleven day duration. When we lost power on Monday, we managed to go a whole 15 minutes before wanting to club the other one in the head. After I informed Colin that I would in NO WAY be going with wet hair, we got in the car and headed over to my sister-in-law's house to get ready. And you know what else went wrong? The dress I wore. I bought for something last summer. You know, last summer when I wasn't breastfeeding anyone? When the girls were a lot smaller? When I put the dress on, I was, uh, busty at best, Pam Anderson at worst. But could I change? No, remember the aforementioned power outage? I only took one dress to my SIL's house, so that was it.

Date: Wednesday Night
Situation: Colin had a summer ball game. I was taking the kids to church but went to Chick fil A for dinner first.
What could go wrong: We were done eating (DONE EATING! THAT'S HOW CLOSE WE WERE TO LEAVING!). I was gathering our trash and Cason saw a fry on the ground and heaven forbid, he let it go to waste. In his defense, those are some dang good waffle fries. When he reached for it, under the table, he fell off the booth and landed head down on the tile floor. He immediately went into what we call the "silent cry." When he finally did let out a breath, and subsequently a scream, it was a sound only recognizable to dogs. The group of teenage boys next to us were amazed at the amplitude to which his voice could reach. When I got C in a position to look at his head, I almost passed out. He had a goose egg. The size of a goose egg. And it was sticking up AN INCH off his head. AN INCH PEOPLE. OFF HIS HEAD. I gathered the kids up, left my iced tea on the table (grrr) and headed out to the car. I saw someone I used to be good friends with that I hadn't seen since I was pregnant with Cason as I was leaving. I would have loved to talk to her, but it really wasn't the best time, and she had her two small children by herself also. Our conversation went something like this:

Oh my gosh! Hi!
Injured child!
Bratty kids!
Baby not happy in car seat!
Good to see you!

We got in the car and Cason was fine, albeit nasty looking. I called his doctor and the only thing was we had to wake him up every couple of hours last night. Not hard since he usually wakes up every couple of hours. Needless to say, we didn't make it to church. And it was really a shame because, for once, all three of us were looking cute. And no one even got to see us.