I take it from your comment that you never left the confessional with a black eye, then? I have come dangerously close! Guess the old reflexes still are in working order and I ducked when I should! Irish priests can get pretty riled up...
I think the priests feel sorry for me because I'm always carrying a baby, usually I've been spit-up-on, and I look so frazzled. Our Nigerian priest in Oklahoma liked to hold the babies while hearing my confession.
Our pastor in Tennessee (best confessor of my career as a Catholic) did suggest that I stop drinking wine. On the other hand, one old Irish priest here recommended a good, inexpensive Australian Merlot!