All too often, I find myself talking about parenthood as if it was the zombie apocalypse. After watching my favorite show, The Walking Dead, every Sunday night, I have realized it can be difficult to
tell the difference. Here are five ways being a parent is exactly like surviving a zombie apocalypse.
I can’t sleep. I vaguely remember what a restful night’s sleep was like, but I’ve come to peace with the fact that I will always sleep with one eye open. But it’s not a reanimated corpse that keeps me up at night—it’s a two year old.