Aaron is sleeping . Flat out in his pushchair with its furry lining , tiny lips working in a frenzy to get the last ounce of that bottle he's dreaming of . Eleven months old , and never the most reliable of sleepers , in fact I could probably count the amount of unbroken night's sleep on the fingers of well, one finger . He has been snoring since teatime , despite Tali's best banshee impressions , and my depositing of a saucepanful of boiled potatoes on the kitchen tiles , when the handle came off .
My dilemma is this : Do I bite the bullet and wake him now for a last feed, with no guarantee that he'll be happy about it , and none either that he'll go back to bed for some time ? Or do I curl up on the sofa next to him, grab what sleep I can till he wakes , and then watch all the episodes of 'The Wire' that I have saved for the evenings when Ian is working ? Or even do I not grab some sleep , and stay and play with some new found friends ?
I think I shall let him sleep .