So I get up at 6.30am to speak to new colleague in Australia who wants to run through a presentation, please note it is 4pm in the afternoon there far more sociable than 6am in the UK. The sun is shining.

Dial in and four year old appears in the door way, mouthing who is on the phone. I mime go away, she does not want to go away, would like to sit on my knee. With my elbow I am controlling the slide deck and trying to talk about branding while, my meetings book is being coloured in and smiley faced out aggggghhhh. Where is my husband when he is needed!

Four Year old spots a big opportunity here, wakes up six year old sister, they both now appear in the door with a kellogs variety pack... I nod yes of course they can have this and off they go.

So call over I enter our kitchen, the kittens are on the table each with a bowl of cereal... smudge has cornflakes and smokey ricecrispies. All 8 empty packs are strewn across the table and six pints of milk has been divided been a variety of mugs, bowls and utensils for breakfast while mum works.

Teenager surfaces and finishes off the rice crispies the kitten did not eat... oh my god I am such a rubbish working parent!