Tampering with my life essence in a bubble where everyone is a Bumface, as diagnosed by the King Teen

He swings like a long-limbed prepubescent hairless monkey through the high leafy canopies and low muddy marsh grublands of the emotional jungle that is our bubble.  He is rapidly becoming King of the Teens in a house where late development is the modus operandi, he's the emerging horse you'd back to win by a length.
Yesterday he was his usual articulate self when I woke him to remind him of impending doom disguised as home school, I was informed: ' Mum, you're tampering with my life essence'.
Today all I got was ' You're a bum face'.
After a small pile of porridge buried under a mountain of sugar he was able to elaborate. When I said he probably wouldn't be going back to school anytime soon, he told me 'That's ok, I'm content.'
Meaning there are enough people here to abuse and moan at daily as well as well exerything I need in the form of warm pjamas and a happy array of technology and books to keep my teen mojo doing that thing that yeast does - oh yeah, fermenting.
The older teen specialises in original insults, the top of the circulating pile to be used when asked to empty the dishwasher or other life joy sucking activities that interfere with his PS4 time,  is currently 'Mum, you're a Corona virus.' Or the ultimate reply to being asked to cook dinner : 'You're a Corona virus graph sheet.'
The youngest grows an inch every 12 hour stint she sleeps. She is thrilled to get her weekly school task sheet and negotiates the day across multiple digital platforms accompanied by the incessant ping of the tiktok peeps chat.
We set travel abroad once more this time transported to the muli-faceted delights of rural Tuscany via our latest puzzle.
I spend half an hour cajoling, bribing and dragging them out the door for a daily walk round the bush track only to get to the end of the driveway whereby they have taken off without me. In a house of five people I find I am sometimes incredibly lonely. I am a crowd vampire, after all.
But then I find I also love the solitude of the steep steps and the familiarity of the curving green sheltered path that bursts into magnificent views like a hundred thousand piece puzzle. Aren't we a contrary lot of bumfaces, we humans.