Could it get any worse?

Yesterday Ben and I spoke in church. The topic was really great, the scriptures and the restoration of the gospel. I went first, of course, and Ben was left to fend for himself with the 4 kids. After about 10 minutes he had to take Carli out. I'm usually out in the hall with her for part of sacrament meeting. Since Daddy was out the girls took upon themselves to come up to stand with me on the podium. Ok, so not good. They take that as show off time. I calmly told them to sit down. Did they listen? Well, for about 5 seconds. How totally embarassing. After a minute a sweet sister came and helped them down and took them out to my husband and sat with Brandon in the bench. How grateful I am to her! The other problem is that whenever I speak in church, bear my testimony or whatever, I am pretty much overwhelmed with the Spirit and I get very emotional. I pretty much cry through the whole thing. After sacrament meeting I just wanted to hang my head and not talk to anyone. I'm grateful to the people who did come up to me and tell me they thought I did a great job (especially being so calm when my girls went up front, but come one, what did they expect me to do--yell at them in front of everyone?). So anyway, it was kind of a nightmare and I hope the bishopric learns from this and doesn't ask us to do that again for a very, very, very long time. We've only been in the ward for 1 year and it's the second time we've spoken. Ugh...