I Refuse to Become a Zombie

I never realized I was at risk of becoming a zombie. Sure, becoming a graduate student has its risks: too much coffee, grading papers, insanely difficult requirements to earn a masters degree and PhD. Living near a college campus alone makes zombification a major risk factor. It is a scientific fact that many zombies seem to appear around college finals week. But this is not finals week. In fact, I am on summer break… and I am up at 6:30 a.m. on a Friday morning. Am I a zombie? Zombies do not need sleep because they are the walking dead. None of my limbs have fallen off but I do seem to be shuffling…

This is the very early start of day 4 of being a foster parent. The inability to sleep is not from too much coffee, or zombification… but the fact there is a new person in my house making sounds at random parts of the night. My hint that I am not a zombie is that my arms are sore from carrying a toddler (here called “DC”). To the best of my knowledge zombie’s do not feel minor muscle pain, but I am not a zombie expert.

Instead of a zombie, I am probably more like Spider-Man… with heightened senses because any sound out of the ordinary gets my attention. At 5:15 a.m., DC cried. I went to his bedroom. DC was asleep before I got there. It’s like 15-feet from our bedroom to his room. I went back to bed. At 5:30 a.m. DC cried. I went to his bedroom, again, and he was asleep before I got there. I went back to bed… and laid there… and now I am here… rambling.

When I am not caring for DC, or having quality time with my wife, I am studying for my comprehensive exam. However, lack of sleep is probably going to have a negative impact on something soon… unless I become a zombie. Even though zombies benefit from no health insurance costs… I just don’t want to become a zombie.

Any mothers or fathers out there have any advice? How did you avoid becoming a zombie while parenting? And if you did become a zombie, was zombification the correct choice? Would you recommend others to become zombies? And how did you keep your zombie arms from falling off while carrying a toddler?

Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!

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6 Responses to I Refuse to Become a Zombie

  1. Jess says:

    I was a total zombie for about 4 years. Sleep deprivation, in my opinion, is by far the most difficult part of parenting a baby/toddler. I succumbed to zombie hood and went into survival mode (survival as a zombie that is). Gratefully I took a lot of pictures because I don’t remember much from those years. Still, I was amazed at how much I was able to handle, amazed at the patience I had, and the strength, and the amount of love and selflessness. You run marathons, so you know how it is when you think that you can’t take one more step, then you take that step you thought you couldn’t take. To me, that’s parenting– physically and mentally. Don’t worry though because some day DC will sleep through and you will wake up anyway panicking about why he’s sleeping and worried that he’s not breathing. Welcome to parenthood. It’s life-altering! :) You are doing great. DC is SO lucky to have you and Mrs. ish ism ;)

    • drishism says:

      You don’t remember much?? Hmmm, that is not a good combo for me considering I need to remember nearly everything (grad student). I am not in survival mode yet, but I feel like I am getting close to it ;-)

  2. Jackie says:

    I couldn’t have put it any better than Jess did! Hang in there – you will be fine even though you may not think so at this point. I hope you have a great weekend despite being sleep deprived. :-)

  3. well, the “assemble your own fight club” feeling is really unavoidable… but i have to tell you. even in your description, there was a little part of me that was nostalgic for that feeling. fish sleeps mostly through the night now. he’s 4, but i kind of yearn for the times he didn’t, and he crept into our bed at 1am, because he was so small and so upset.

    school sucks though. i’m in the midst of it myself. i won’t yearn for that. not ever. when it’s done, i will rejoice, and dance on my text books and my ridiculous stacks of papers. seriously, no missing that kind of tired.

    parenthood… embrace. studenthood. meh. :)

    • drishism says:

      DC is still in a crib, and overall does well. But combining grad school sleeping hours with parent sleeping hours has proven to be a challenge for me.

      Studenthood = “meh” … agreed :-)

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