You are right! Last week a young woman with a child brought in a “big gulp” and was sipping on it throughout Mass while her little girl was whining and laying flat on the kneeler. Why do these people bother?
A couple of years ago I attended Mass for the first time in decades. I chose to go to the church where I had served as an altar boy, which is in a building that my father and I actually helped build in the early ‘60’s.
I’m not sure what I had hoped to find, perhaps a connection with the faith that so powerfully sustained me in my youth. I was not prepared for the Hippy-Dippy-Touchy-Feely Folk-Fest that I found. I haven’t been back.
If you've got any, buy them a copy of the GIRM and make sure you let your pastor know what you witnessed. No excuse for that garbage.