Muddle

"And when beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle and the beetle battle puddle is a puddle in a bottle... They call this a tweedle beetle bottle puddle paddle battle muddle..." - Dr. Seuss

I've got tweedle beetles battling in the puddle in the bottle which is my head. Or, in other words, my thoughts are in a muddle tonight. Lots of them. Mucking about. When I chase them, they just tweedle and laugh, running off. So I'm trying to ignore them, hoping that they'll get tired overnight and settle down.

It's sort of the way I feel sometimes when my kids are wound up in the evening. You know, that "energy vampire" time of day? They suck my energy from me and I end up an exhausted puddle on the floor while they bounce off the walls. And then I just bide my time until they get tired and settle down.

Tonight my kids are settled down and asleep, but my thoughts! Well, I guess I'll just lie down in an exhausted puddle and enjoy the show...