Being in their shoes

I had a meh Monday because someone got grumpy in the early afternoon, thus me trying to fix the issue while trying to work at the office. Let’s just say it was not the best settling and I was sort of pissed.

When I got home, I had to continue to deal with the issue, while trying to finish booking the ticket for my mom and my trip to Manila to do the eye surgery.

Finally at 7:50pm, I was lying on bed with the girls. They asked me how was my day, as usual, and I had to spit it out, it was not great because you guys didn’t work/help with me. Then I went on into why my day was crappy, because I was trying to work while having to deal with things at home. Then I went into telling them how important that I keep my job (not that it’s in any risk anytime soon), that our life style relies on it, and so on. I am not sure it was necessary to tell them all that, but at same time, I wanted them to be in my shoes and understand why I was in a bad moon.

I learned to see others perspectives and be in their shoes in my late 30s, which helped me to put things into perspective and less pissed with them or on myself. I wish I learned those things earlier in life, it would have saved me a lot of heart breaks. Yet, my parents never verbally told me about their struggles, I could sense it because they didn’t break it down for me to fully understand.

Maybe this is a justification of me venting out to 10 and 6 years old… maybe it’s modern parenting… if I was wrong, I hope the damage is not severe.

Hoping Tuesday gets better.