Sunday was not a good day.

Bridget left for work in the morning, going to her regular retail manager job (which she's going to quit, but that's another story). Caden refused to go to sleep. I got really upset, put a giant hole in the drywall in the hallway upstairs, called Bridget and she came home to rescue me.

Bridget can get him to sleep without any trouble. Her mom can get him to sleep without any trouble. Her sister can get him to sleep without any trouble. He hates me. Or at least that's how it felt yesterday morning.

Since then, everyone has assured me that that's completely normal, and it's nothing I'm doing wrong. So now I just have to patch the gigantic hole in the wall.