I like everything about summer except
It's not that I don't love them.
I really do.
It's just that they always
have something for me to do.
"Clean the bathroom ... get the groceries." Dad says, "Don't let your mind rot,
read a book!"
Give me patience with them.
(And give them patience with me!)
And remind me that
I'll still get to do a lot of things
I want to do—
even with all the stuff they toss my way.