Why doesn't Betty sleep on me? (Wasn't that a Travis song?)
She loves a cuddle with her Dad. A few minutes in his arms and she's lolling about all chilled and calm and at ease. She'll happily sleep on her Nan, dozing almost as soon as they are in contact. She'll even grab five minutes with the bin man. He just slaps her to the top of a wheelie and away she drifts...
So why not me?
Ok, so I probably don't ooze serenity. But I can have a soft side. No...I can. Stop tittering at the back. When I really put my mind to it I can be the quiet, tranquil, composed, still, peaceful, unruffled, soothing embodiment of total, utter and complete calm. The beating heart of maternal nurture.