I can boast very few untarnished wins in my parenting career - namely, they are: 1) making my daughter believe that frozen grapes are a totally acceptable dessert, 2) teaching her to love Swiffer-ing, and 3) potty training. Potty training was the biggest surprise success as I was fully prepared for drawn-out doom. I had read about the 3-Day Potty Training method in my Facebook mummy groups, but it sounded too good to be legit.

Three days? You're talking about just 72 hours to transition from a life of bulky nappy bags, drippy accidents and stressful searches for a freaking changing table, to one of nappy-free liberation? My shipments of Huggies took longer than that. But when my daughter was two-and-a-half and totally understood the concept of using the toilet (I'd always ask her if she wanted to try, and she'd always reply, "Not today, mama"), I decided to give it a shot.