I was talking to my husband this morning - well, whining at him, really - about how erratic the childrens' sleep schedules are, how much energy they require, how tired I always am. We've been watching The Walking Dead at night when we manage to get both kids to sleep in their own room, so I've got zombies on the brain too, as well as starting to resemble them more and more.
We've decided I have become one of the ambulatory undead. That's right, somehow in the last 2.5 years I turned into a Mombie. Part dedicated and loving mom, part falling-apart grotesquerie with dead soulless eyes. Instead of hungering for brains, though, all I really want is sleep.