Someone pray for me..

So while in church this Sunday, the Father was up front speaking the good word. I was into it, I enjoy hearing what the old man has to say about the Big Man! I look down at my 4 year old that is quiet as a mouse..but I hear this voice..this childs voice. Talking. Loudly. This boy..maybe 6 is having a full fledged conversation with his mother. A mother who was talking back to him. Mind you, SHE was whispering, but the concept was lost on this little boy. I am astounded. I am distracted. I am trying so hard to pay attention to what is being sad. I cant. I look over again at this family sitting in front of me and I watch this conversation going on in front of me, I watch an old lady shoot them a dirty look and then move 2 pews in front, she left her purse and her husband and moved closer to the Priest to hear his words. I watch as familys all around stare down this lady.
I can see that we are all praying for the same thing..that this kid would shut up. That his mother would tell him to shut up or at least pull him out and explain to him that he isnt there to talk, he is there to listen.
I am Catholic..it is a written rule that you dont talk during church, has been since at least I was a little girl.
Now my blood is boiling..God cant hear our prayers over this little boy talking..I am so distracted by the fact that he just didnt stop. He didnt take a breath, how was this boy still sitting up without breathing..he must have gills..so now my thoughts turned from the beautiful lesson being taught to me this week..God is good, God is..oh how I wish this little boy would stop...finally when I cant take it any more, when I can feel the feeling of euphoria I get walking into Church leave my body, I cant hold it in anymore. My prayers for strength to not strangle the kid arent being answered. I pray..please God..Please if he cant stop talking..please give me the strenght to make it 30 more minutes without popping him in the back of the head.
God isnt answering..finally..I say as loudly and for as long as my deep breath would allow.."SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH".
I can only hear giggles now..I can see looks of amusement from people around me, but most of all I can finally hear the beautiful words of the Lord..he is telling us that we are to be genorous to our fellow man, that we are all brothers and sisters and children of God..AMEN. I agree. (oh crap..he started talking again. We had at least a moment of silence). Ok, so a normal person would have taken that as a sign to forgive the boy and his family..to let it pass because we are a loving and forgiving people, because we are all God's children..well..I am not normal..All I can think about is...we are brothers and sisters..if it was by brother running his mouth during Church, I would smack him upside his head..so if this kid and his mom are my bro and sis..it would be ok to smack them upside their head.....
This is now the time that we are to extend a hand and offer peace to those around us. My boyfriend reaches over first and kisses me on the check and ever so calmly (a rarity) says to me he loves me and looks me in my eyes with that look that says "relax", I know what he is thinking, because he knows what I am thinking. So I smile. I offer my hand to those around me (ok, behind me because lets face it, I have not reach the level of calmness I need to extend a hand to this rude mother). I look back and I put my head down and say another silent prayer, for this kid, for his mother and for me.
I walk out of there knowing that God probably isnt entirely ok with my attitude this morning, he probably is a little disappointed that I lost my cool and had the thoughts I had, but you know what, if today was the day He chose to talk to me, I didnt hear him over that little boy talking.