I guess it wasn't as bad as I felt it was, but it was bad enough. I yelled. At bedtime. Now, I'm not sure why I thought raising my voice would make it easier to calm down and get into bed, but there it is, I did it. In case you are asking, no, it didn't help. A moment after it happened the guilt started. Which of course didn't make anything better then it already was. The worst part is, I know it'll happen again. I'm not a perfect mommy, and I know that, and I accept it. However, I do want to ensure it doesn't happen often.