Who knows where the time blows?

It really feels like only five minutes since I broke up for the summer. Where has it gone? Maybe it's because we haven't been away or maybe because Peter's been so bad with his back but it just feels like a grey blob of time. Tomorrow I have to go back to work and I'm really not in the zone. I actually like my job, but I still would rather be at home. This card I bought sums up school pretty well:

The worst of it is, Tom and Anni have two more days off (totally unfair!) Perhaps they can devote some of that time to writing a manual for the mothers of teenagers as their list of things I am not allowed to do grows daily. So far I have grasped that I am forbidden to sing, dance (I am phsyically restrained by Annabel the human straight jacket if I attempt this one), play any of my music in front of their friends or say a whole list of words which are too "cool" for me. These words include; coolio, scorage; tunage; (anything ending in "age" actually); in a bizzle, me shizzle dizzle (or anything ending in izzle); asking them if I can hang with their homies... As the fridge magnet says though, If you're not embarrassing your kids, you're not having enough fun, so all of these words and activities are top of my agenda.