Towards the end of the day we were finally reunited with Daddy, who got to have his share of the little wiggle worms. I was somewhat gratified to see that they wouldn't cooperate for him, either - but not really. It was just tiring to have the constant little noises and distractions when I was trying to listen to a great talk.
When the meeting first started, the speaker had stopped mid-sentence towards the beginning of his comments and told all the parents (and he even made eye-contact with me) not to worry about their children. He said the children are not bothering anyone else except you. I want to explain, though, that this was not a regular church service, and so the same level of reverence that you would expect there was not necessary. Therefore, he said to go ahead and ignore the screaming. ;-)
After the meeting, the elderly couple behind us smilingly complimented us on how well-behaved our children were. I was completely surprised because I had spent the entire meeting wishing that child number five wouldn't hum to herself QUITE so loudly. I love her quiet humming...but sometimes her enthusiasm is distracting. It was a lesson to me that what the speaker had said was true - I was the one most disturbed by my children. A huge part of my feelings during that meeting had to do with the already long and rough day, and a lack of a solid night's sleep on my part. We were all hungry and tired at that point. But really the kids were being pretty good - it was my perceptions that were off.