Sarah’s new thing is hanging out in Austin’s room. He keeps it like a sauna up there and Sarah is missing a lot of hair, so she loves to sneak (well, she’s blind, so she doesn’t sneak) into his room and sleep in front of the room heater. Being blind, she can’t make it up and down the stairs by herself, so Austin and I obligingly carry Miss Spoiled-Pants everywhere she goes.
This morning, I let her cry a full five minutes before I finally caved and toted her up the steps. But in the afternoon, Sarah was content to hang out with me. Two hours later, three hours later, still chilling in the living room without any interest in the illustrious sauna room with the magnificent space heater.
Me: Sarah has been sleeping all afternoon. No whimpering, no whining. I have no idea what’s up.
Austin: I peed on her rug. She doesn’t want to be in my room anymore.
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