Barely Functioning Zombies

I’ve been through college. I’ve art directed a magazine under insane circumstances. I’ve been through the dot-com boom. I’ve pulled several all-nighters in a row. I’ve travelled and worked a week in Houston that I thought I would die on the plane coming home of exhaustion. I actually caught myself crying in the middle of Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit on that flight. I wasn’t even wearing headphones and couldn’t hear the movie.

None of those things prepared me for parenthood. It’s like that week in Houston. Every day. Those who said, “sleep now, you’ll need it” weren’t kidding. It’s a miracle that I’m typing this. Seriously. Work is going off and I’m drooling in a corner, nodding and drinking coffee. I’ve had drool issues before, but it was when I was dating Heather and amped nine ways to Jesus.

I can’t wait for this weekend to sleep and be with my family. And to not drink coffee. Or have to answer email. Or stand up on two feet except to rock Leta to sleep. Perhaps I’ll declare an All Sleep Party Weekend™ sponsored by Taco Bell®. Chuck loves Taco Bell®.

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