Summer's lease hath all too short a date William Shakespeare You know the story It is an old one School for the year comes to a close Summer is just ahead And you say to yourself, This year Im not going to just sit at home This year the family is going to be just that; a family We will go on vacations, picnics, to plays, to the museum, the library We will hike, and camp, and bicycle We will share stories and shed pounds We will heal and get healthy together Out of the house and into the sunshine When the summer ends, we will be closer because of it all Good intentions all But then the first of summer comes and the lawn needs attending, the house needs painting, and your job is still exhausting Life is hectic But you tell yourself the same lie you told yourself at this same time last year: Next weekend We are going to do something next weekend And that weekend comes and passes Your children do not complain so you assume it is all good They seem happy After all, they have their television, their computer, and their gaming system to keep them occupied Their ever present cell phones keep them in check with friends And, of course, there is always, next weekend And so June turns into July Next thing you know the kids are back in school, weekends are consumed with homework, or housework, or just plain work You are tired Your children are tired And all everyone wants to do is sit home and vegetate; rest in front of the television, or play a game on the computer or television, or talk on the phone Soon, another summer has come and gone But remember, there is always next year Or is there How do you know And in the end, was it worth it