An Alexander Day

Somehow I've brought a curse upon me and my family. I don't know how. But there was some serious bad mojo following us around today...
I woke up early this morning for a hair cut. But the crappy car was parked in the driveway blocking my way and when I went to move it, the doors were frozen shut. I pulled and pulled and broke the door handle. Rrrrrr. Then on my way, I got a call from my dad, who was supposed to watch Covey for us while we went to Matt's little sister's wedding in Logan. He got called in to work and couldn't do it. Arrrrr! I thought I knew where my hair lady lived when I saw a door to the side of the house (where she has her salon) wide open. Yeah, walked into some stranger's house. What?! I don't know, but I don't think anybody saw me. ...Later, up in Logan, we do some Christmas shopping before we go to the temple because we don't have to be there til noon. We get there at 5 minutes to and Matt's younger siblings are there watching the kids. I go to the bathroom. We change Covey's bum. Get him settled. You know, just taking our sweet time. Go to give the guy our recommends... the CEREMONY starts at noon!! Holy Cow did we panic. He calls someone and tells them to try to hold it. We get escorted to the room and told they may not let us in. But they're not at the alter yet so we sneak in during the sealer's little speech! Everyone looks at us. Ohhhhh we could have died! BUT at least we got in. Then, the luncheon. Covey's starving and tired, but also running a muck trying to have a good time. By the time the food is served, he's too far gone. Can't get him to sit down to eat or even take a roll on the run. Matt has to take him to the car while I eat, then we switch. But, no exclamations of frustration this time. We expect that anytime we take Covey anywhere. On to the reception. Covey won't do pictures. I'm pretty sure we ruined any picture we tried to have him in. He just doesn't understand, so I'm not mad at him... but why are the other little kids doing fine? Matt and I take turns chasing him all over the church, making a real spectacle of ourselves, until Covey decides to use the open space in the gym to dance. It's cute, he's having fun, so I stand back and watch.... Watch as one of the bridesmaids doesn't see him and mows him over, stomping on his hand in the process. Oh No! I feel so bad for her because it was an embarrassing stumble with a lot of people watching. So I run over to apologize to her. I didn't know she had stepped on his hand until I see his face. Oh, that face, with the eyes squeezed shut and the mouth wide open in a silent scream. Poor little guy. His pinkie was mashed pretty good. We thought it might be broken, but before he went to bed he was bending it, so I think it's fine. Anyway, we left right after that happened, so Matt didn't get to see any of his sister's reception rituals. No dancing or bouquet throwing or seeing her off. :(
How? How does bad luck get clumped together into one terrible day like that? And aside from the things we couldn't help, we're just frustrated at how hard it is anytime we take Covey to anything. I know he's only one and can't be expected to behave that well, but Matt's right... we seem to be the only ones whose child has a meltdown Every Single Time we go to anything. It sure makes it tempting to just stay home and not go anywhere!
PS another new (funner) post below

Retraction: We just had a family party at my mom's house and Covey was practically perfect, so I'd like to strike out the aforementioned "Every Single Time". :)