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I thought I was a horrible mom because I really hated reading books to my children. Mostly I hated it physically. I hated sitting on the floor in the girls' room. I hated people sitting in my lap while I was trying to read the pages to a bunch of books I didn't like. Long story short. I hated reading to my kids.

So I stopped.

I can't remember when, but I stopped.

Turns out it was only half my fault. Turns out my body has hurt for 20 years because of this candida thing, which basically made most things that did not involve sitting comfortably on a couch at least a little painful for me. (dishes, cooking, standing, waiting ...).

So turns out I don't hate reading with my children. I love it.

My body doesn't hurt the way it used to AND I moved story time to my comfy couch. Call it a cocktail of solutions, but it worked. After "last show of the night," I take Kenna to bed, and then I come up stairs and read with Quinn. She says, "Can we read 2?" And I'm like, "Sure, how about 4?"

I've got my comfy couch and vastly healed body and new schedule and attitude and soon ....

NEW BOOKS. (10 of them coming next week via Amazon.)