Being a bad parent is the worst feeling for me also.
I try not to explode around them, I keep it isolated but sometimes I fail.
I had JUST got the baby to sleep and was ready to enjoy some peace until my oldest screams at the dog. The baby woke up and it was all over. The peaceful hour I had been looking forward too since 7am disappeared at the sound of his screaming cry.
I looked at her and blamed her, she said sorry but I kept glaring. Threw the blankets down and stopped off into the kitchen where I threw a tiny jega block. It hardly made a sound and I felt pathetic.

Next thing I knew my daughter opened the door and both dogs ran out. I threw on my coat and ran into the freezing air running into a feild to chase them down. I fell to my knees, right there in the middle of a feild, for a split second to woller in self pitty. Finally, I stand up kicking rocks in a fit of rage as I scream "I'm taking you both to the ****** pound!!!"

I live in a gated community. What a site to see at 2pm.

I've since collected myself and my dogs still have their home. But it's times like this when I wish I could keep control and not look like I'm bat sh** crazy for all my neighbors to see.