In the middle of the night, I staggered out of bed to use the bathroom, which is getting tougher to do with this baby in my middle. So there I am, in the middle of the night, chilly, exhausted, unable to think coherently, when I see it.

I’m being stared at.

By a blind frog.

No, really. A blind frog. A while ago, someone gave my Kiddos plastic frogs as tub-toys, so they’re supposed to be cute and squirt water, and if you forget to squirt out the water after the bath, there’s a good chance they’ll squirt out mold and mildew the next time someone has a tub bath.

Kiddo#3 recently fell in love with one of the frogs, and so the frog has been wandering around outside the basket of tub toys. That’s why I looked up in the middle of the night to find myself in a staring contest with this:
blind frog


Just for reference, this is what they’re supposed to look like:
green frog

I have to say, I hate that thing. I would gladly pitch it into the trash if Kiddo#3 weren’t unnaturally in love with it. Ugh.

If you see a post from me in a few weeks about a nightmare where I’m being squirted with black mildew from a vomiting blind frog, now you know where it comes from. If anyone wants me, I’ll be huddled up in bed, whimpering into my pillow.


  1. Diinzumo

    And here I was thinking it was going to be a real one. 🙂

  2. philangelus

    No, I’d have to live in Florida for that! 🙂