It was this confusion that led to the great sin of Cheit HaMeraglim

The end of the school year always sends me into a tailspin. While I don’t have to contend with the lengthy summer vacation they have in the States, the three weeks of meshugasim here are enough to put me in a tizzy.
There are no sleepaway camps, barely any day camps (certainly not for a growing boy who thinks those are for babies). Plus, although my kids are on vacation, those three weeks herald my busy season at work as we advance toward the Yom Tov issues.
My boys are eager to entertain themselves, but personally, I don’t find it entertaining to have my house transformed into a petting zoo or a roller blading obstacle course. And trying to work like that? It’s more like total brain freeze. I simply can’t think under those circumstances.
Ever try coming up with a catchy title for an article while your kids are playing catch with an unripe melon? Trust me, the title would read something like: See(d)ing Is Believing.
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