Rebbezin Rochel

I never thought that I would hate summer vacation. I counted the days until the end of school, each day looking forward to freedom. Now vacation for me means bored kids, hot and exausting trips, and turning my kitchen into a restraunt for three growing boys (not counting the husband). Now, for me in my older wiser years, I count down for the first day of school, and look forward to a long winter.