It would be too linty.
Most nights, Miles wakes up around 11:00 for a feeding. I generally go to bed around 10:00 but stay in a kind of semi-sleeping vigilance until after he’s eaten. Last night, however, Miles slept straight from his bedtime of 8:00 until about 1:30, then he ate and slept again until 7:30. In our house, this counts as a Very Good Night.
Last night at around 11:30, I found myself standing next to the bed. I listened for Miles and heard nothing. I said to Denny, who was either still awake or awakened by my actions, “Why am I standing up?”
He said, “The dryer buzzed. Are you planning to nurse the dryer?”
I decided not to.
Follow up:
Last night, after Miles was safely asleep in his crib, Denny and I decided to watch some Tivo (the Bones premiere) and have a snack. As I opened the ice cream, the lid came off with a loud thwacking noise. Denny shushed me, as we both live in fear of waking the sleeping tyrant.
I listened and heard him stirring. I made a very apologetic expression and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
Denny looked at me weird and said, “Why?”
“For waking him up.”
Denny laughed. “That’s the dryer again.”
Seriously, why am I feeling so maternal toward the dryer?