Bubbles

what bubbles up in me today is anger...  

Why?
I don't know but I am pretty sure it is self-inflicted.  Isn't it always?

The whole thing is about me.  Just wrapped up a fund raiser, ramping up asks for the next one (check back this week - it is EPIC), and when that is done I have four weeks until the next one...  WHY!?!  What is the point of my committing to a million things all the time?

THEN. 
then.
There are mommy & me music and mommy & me yoga and Moms at the Park and wearethebestmomseverbecausewedontworkandweareskinnyandvegananddonthavebeerbellies groups...

Kill my brain.  For real.   I can not go to mommy and me music class at 10 a.m. on Wednesday.  I ride the bus.  My son is on a schedule developed by his angelic caregivers to provide consistency.  I am a one man circus from 8 a.m. - 5 p.m. Monday - Friday (sometimes 6 a.m. - 9 p.m., with an occaisional Saturday thrown in for fun!)   I keep the ball rolling and make it look easy (It is what I do!).  I get to where I hate it on a semi-monthly basis, but really, I love my job.

Over-commitment. Mom guilt. Exhaustion. Complaining. It makes me angry!  

My son loves bubbles. 
Bubbles is the word of the week.  Maybe I can work it out and get to a place where "bubbles" will spark something positive for me to write, but you know what?  Today, I will own it.  I am angry... at me.