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?
Oh…my…GOD! Tell me you don’t go to sleep with the dryer running! My wife and her mother tell me that’s absolutely the most dangerous thing you could ever, ever do.