Are you a working parent like me? Then you will know that I don't have time to write this piece. And you really don't have time to read this piece. Seriously, go away and do something on your endless mental or written list of things-to-do. Still here? Ok, let's peer in to what your daily life might look like...
My dear friend, you're going through a really rough patch, I can see it in your eyes. As a newly-minted Mum, you're still rocked to the core by the brutality of a difficult birth. You still feel like you are watching it over and over again as a third person, suspended from the ceiling in the delivery suite, no longer an active participant in the choices that may affect you for years.
The toddler is napping, the baby is sat contentedly chewing your car keys and you're washing up. The house is calm for a rare and brief moment. Then suddenly your husband throws a curveball...
There is no failure to be found in any female brave enough to go through the process of childbirth, no matter what that process may be. There is no such thing as "giving in" or taking the "easy option" when it comes to childbirth.
And as I negotiated peeling her vomit-soaked clothes off her, Jasmin clung to me. I balanced her on one hip while also trying to wipe down her car seat. It was already starting to smell. This was when you looked away. Maybe you were really busy and distracted, waiting for someone in the carpark outside the shops.
The digital age has taught us all many valuable lessons - but maybe the best one is that when it comes to advertising and planning, we cannot rely on historic positioning and need to stay ahead of ever-shifting dynamics...
When my daughter was born, almost a year ago, Tony and I had no knowledge of this group of militant fighters that had grown out of al-Qaeda in Iraq. When we came to naming our child, we were relieved and delighted by how straight-forward the process was this time round. We agreed on a first name quickly
Six out of the world's ten fastest growing economies in the world are in Africa, but their potential will not be realised without long-term improvements to education, health and the opportunity for women to give birth in environments free from violence. The further prize is increased productivity and economic growth.
My heart ached with a sense of loss while my mind almost turned happy somersaults. My heart was heavy with the feeling that my baby was growing up, while my mind was not-so quietly delighted by the same prospect. This, I realised, was the motherhood paradox.
You tentatively get out of bed and as you take each ritual step into the nursery you realise that your steps are a little lighter and the quick sand you feel yourself walking through most days is now more like a muddy puddle. Your head feels, dare you say it "clearer" and the morning routine not as daunting.
Over the last couple of months I have been immersed in the breadth of work Barnardo's carries out to help vulnerable young people, and each conversation has brought home to me the huge difference that we as fathers can make to our children's lives.
I became a teenager. We were no longer close. I came to hate him: I wanted more from our relationship. I longed for times past, but that wasn't to be. He wanted respect; I wanted intimacy. I refused to call him Dad. I broke his heart. We fought. Then I heard that he was dying.
We were quite lucky because by chance we were the first of all our various groups of friends of our generation - school, university, work -to become parents, and so we were going into it totally blind. The amount we knew about bringing up a baby could literally have been written on a postcard.
When scrolling through my twitter feed yesterday evening I came across a tweet by the lovely Mike from Talk About Autism, he was sharing the BBC Radio 3 program, "How Was your Day Joe?" that was available to listen to again via the BBC website.
We all have a role to play in doing this for our girls and boys. The media of course is key, but we cannot underestimate the roles of parents, teachers, sports coaches, advertisers and all of us as consumers. We must continue to tell our girls they can play any game they want. They can be anything they want. They can do anything they want.
I think reality TV has been around long enough now that people are aware of the potential pitfalls of being on TV. In particular, the kind of women who want to give birth in the woods are more than likely to be strong-willed and resilient enough to make their own choices regarding being on TV.