I'm not a bad mom...

Tonight was not a good bedtime night.  Started out normal enough; I supervised teeth brushing while Grant got their water cups ready, I picked out the bedtime book, and got them on my lap for story time. We read the story, and I tucked them in then said goodnight. That's where things went downhill. Isabelle just kept coming out, and coming out, and coming out...for over an hour. One of the last times, Grant and I weren't thinking and went outside to grab things from the vehicles right after we put her back to bed. While we were outside, Isabelle came out of her room and couldn't find us. I found her at the back step crying and saying she didn't want to go to bed. Well I missed the signs of her being scared and got on her like I had been. Grant came in their room, scooped her up, and rocked with her in the chair til she fell asleep. I'm not sure how I missed that she was scared, but it makes me feel terrible, like I failed her in some way. I was only taking her words at face value instead of seeing below that like I normally do. I know I'm not perfect, and will miss things here and there...but I'm still a good mom and I know come tomorrow, she'll hug me and tell me she loves me throughout the day like she normally does. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.