What a night and it's not even dark yet

Do you ever have one of those nights where you think you were be with saner people if you were in a psycho ward than home with your family.

I suddenly smelled smoke and ran up to my kitchen. Somehow the husband had turned on the dishwasher but it wasn't filling up with water. Opened it up to let the nasty smell out, jiggled around with the knob and finally got it running right, but I think it's time for a new dishwasher.

Then my daughter decides to make Jello. She put a pot on the stove to boil water but turns the wrong burner on.  The one where she had left a loaf of bread sitting. Now I smell the lovely smell of burned plastic. I run up and she has at least  had the common sense to turn the burner off and throw the bread on the floor.

Then the husband comes down screaming that he needs to go to the hospital. He fell coming down the attic stairs. He cut his hand and it was bleeding but not to the extent that his finger was going to fall off or anything. He's jumping up and down like a kangaroo and making all kinds of faces.  I got a bandage and some tape and wrapped it up.

Now I just hope the rest of the night is uneventful.