Plaza Loma - Chapter One, Day 2

Rocked by this awful person. A person who fails to read all the signposts of humanity.  Moreover, someone who lacks the care or insight into other people's feelings and thoughts

Jeff is my name. I have 2 kids, a modest home, and a marriage that would be described as modest.  In the words of the Verve, “slave to the money and then you die.”  I own, after 28 years, a modest 3-bedroom, 1.5-bath home, which would be classified as a suburban home.  I strive as a parent and am overwhelmed volunteering for several orgs, from the PTA to my local theater group. My kids and the recent adoption of a lab are the focus and bane of my life. Bedtime and meal planning, and meals in general, cause my anxiety to immediately go through the roof.  My therapist mentions a zone of tolerance. I like this way of viewing various situations, but my kids fail to understand why I am yelling, “My zone of tolerance is getting narrow” every 2 mins, followed by, you better brush your teeth because they will be here...