I’VE said it before and I’ll say it again. Motherhood is a thankless job.

There are of course occasions when it is all worth while, when he is the cutest little thing in a vest and when grannies stop in the supermarket aisles to comment on his gorgeous chops.

But then there are the times when I wonder how it all came to this.

Ben has certainly become a bossy boots of the first order and I fear that he now regards me as less of a mother and more of a cleaner. He has the impression that I am merely there in a maintenance capacity.

You can’t blame him, I do ensure he is fed, watered and changed at regular intervals but he is getting almost Mariah Carey-like is his diva demands.

This hit home the other day when he spilt his crackers while lunching with a friend at our house. “Mummy clear it up” he assured her, waving his plump little hand in my direction.

The thing is I probably would have automatically reached for the dustpan if it wasn't for his quip.

So at that point I instigated an impromptu training session with a dustbuster. It has now become a firm favourite, so much so that I think he maybe now dropping things on purpose so he can “get the buster out”.

However, I had no solution to another incident that occurred.

As we both settled down to find out what disaster Fireman Sam was avoiding in Pontypandy that day, Ben handed something to me with an innocent “There you go mummy”.

Taking it from him, I was just about to cast my eyes down at it when he followed up with “…bogey for you”.

Delightful.

Not only am I at his every beck and call I am now the chief bogey holder.

Does it get any better?