That's Gotta Hurt!

We did good today. The boys mostly minded. They got a little wound up around four or so but it calmed rather quickly. About the time that the stove tried to electrocute me. Yep. It did. I was lucky. To get the large front burner to work, you have to jiggle it a little or it won't heat up. Tonight, when I went to jiggle it, it went BZZT! and shot sparks clear into the living room. When my husband got over his shock of me almost becoming dinner, he went to the garage to flip the switch in the breaker box. When he flipped the stove back on, it did it again only this time with some added smoke and smell and trying to melt the skillet to the burner. It was very exciting in a way. Now my entire stove doesn't work. Thankfully, the repairman is coming tomorrow to try and resurrect the darn thing. It's crazy because the stove is only 7 years old. You wouldn't think it would crap out. I am also very gentle with the stove seeing as how I can't afford to replace it.
So the only casualties of the day are my stove and Hayden's lip. I told them not to be jumping off the furniture. Hayden jumped and Conner followed right behind. Before Hayden could stand all the way up Conner snapped up and smacked Hayden in the mouth with the back of his head. I had blood gushing and two kids screaming. I yelled over the noise for my dear hubby to get a paper towel for Hayden's mouth and he just looked at me blankly. I never said men were geniuses  but you would think that with him saying, "You told 'em not to be doin' it" that he could get up and get a paper towel when I asked. Right? Right. Anywho, Conner is screaming so I'm trying to look at his head while holding Hayden in place because I can already see the blood pouring something fierce while Wesley FINALLY gets up to get a paper towel for Hayden's mouth. Conner appears to be perfectly fine other than the headache I'm sure was forming so I jump up and tell Hayden to get to the bathroom and spit in the sink. He runs and I toss the paper towel in the garbage and go to the bathroom to help him clean up. I walk in the door and all I can say is, "I said IN the sink not ON the sink!" Instead of bending down to spit he just spit so blood was everywhere. Anyway, after the bleeding finally stopped I had to clean the bathroom sink and counter, and while I'm doing that he starts to cry again. So, more than a little exasperated, I ask him what he's crying about now. This is what he tells me, I quote, "I can feel the mountain on my lip!!!" Yes. There is a HUGE knot on his top lip, right in the center. I mean this thing looks nasty. I'm going to post a picture of this thing.
Two busted lips in two days. Now all we need is a black eye and a bloody nose and we're all set for the week with injuries.I just wonder if they're ever going to listen to me or if they're going to continue to mutilate each other until there's nothing left or they turn 18 and 20 and I can kick them out so I at least don't have to witness it. I mean, I know they were actually trying to play with each other today, but wrestling and jumping off furniture is just not the way to do it.