Recently someone described me as a frog in a microwave. (I’ve been slammed with projects lately).
“What? What in the hell does that mean?” I ask, my eyes are probably bugging out of my head with stress.
“It’s like you’re in there, and if you’re in there much longer … you’ll explode.”
A few days ago I read a brochure about frogs dying off and rapidly nearing extinction. Amphibians, it said, are like canaries in a coal mine - they are among the first species affected by environmental stress…their decline serves as a warning to other species, including humans. Fabulous.
Are the frogs trying to tell me something? Am I nearing extinction from sleep deprivation and a heavy work load?
Warning: this is what happens to single moms who do not get enough sleep. We start thinking and writing about frogs. Sleep single parents - STOP reading this blog and go to sleep.
This frog is definitely going to pass out and wake up with her two-year-old prince. How old are your princesses and princes? How do you manage to keep up with them?
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