3 weeks later..

and we're all still alive. The dog hasn't starved to death, the snake doesn't hate us (I think), Luke & I haven't killed each other, and the baby has on a clean diaper.

I've thought I might go crazy, I've cried myself to sleep after holding an angel who only wanted to cry, I gave in and gave him formula a few times because I was so exhausted and needed Luke to feed him. I've done a million things I didn't think I was going to do, but I've made it this far- I think we might be alright.

I wish I had more to say, but I don't know what to do right now.