I have one to beat! When my kids were 3 (boy) and 5 (girl), I used to sing at our church. Just me and the organist in front of the congregation. I usually didn’t bring the kids to church on the Sundays that I was singing unless my husband came, but on this particular Sunday, my husband had a commitment and the kids had been really good so I decided to bring them with me. I set them up on the side with plenty of distractions, where I sat in between songs. I was singing the Gloria, when horror, of horrors, the kids broke out in a fight. My daughter came running over to me (keep in mind here, I’m singing in front of the church, just me and a lectern, I was very exposed) and then my son, not to be out done, joined her and they start fighting for real. I was totally powerless, being right in the middle of a song.. the fighting got worse and there were my two darlings, pounding the living daylights out of each other on the floor at the front of the church. it was like a scene from WWF! I have never prayed so hard for the floor to open up and swallow me whole!! The second the song was over, I hauled them downstairs and read them the riot act and thankfully, one of the nice ladies came down and looked after them for the rest of the mass. I went running back up the stairs, just in the knick of time to sing my next part. My kids are now lovely at the ages of 11 and 14 and they haven’t fought for years. Every now and again, I pull out that story just to emphasise how far they’ve come!
