Oh Dear...

...mom.

Today when my mom turned the radio off in the car only to start what seemed to be an endless conversation, instead of blanking out like i usually do and go to Ruruland, i listened. I do occasionally listen too, just not as often as i should. It struck me this: my mom is unhappy. This time i'm not the problem and it scares me because when i'm the cause of her unhappiness i know how to fix it, make it go away. But this time i am truly clueless, it's beyond my powers. Usually cleaning my room, revising or talking to her does the trick but this is more complicated.

She is unhappy at work... now there i can't get involved. My mother has been a teacher for 15 years, since i was born, and she is one of if not the best there is out there. However stupid british system does not let her show her true magnificence. I have seen her teach a class (hundreds actually) and she beats my school teachers by a mile, and yet her achievements are not recognised fully here, thus her being a supply teacher and not a stable, fully fledged one as she obviously should be.

Now this must be some sort of twisted God humour, because my mom is the person that annoys me and gets on my nerves more than anybody i have ever met, and yet if she is unhappy i crumble. Like a chocolate chip cookie, only worse.

Well all i can do is hug her and hope it goes away at least for now. -sigh-