As a nanny I really only need one wish from my genie in a bottle or maybe I should wish to the heavens, “Starlight star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have my wish I wish tonight.”

Mary Poppins, Nanny McPhee or even Alice from The Brady Bunch to move in and take over.

I would welcome a little magic to deal with a snarly teen, whilst cooking dinner, planning the weekend ahead, and sewing name tags on new school uniforms, or simply have a happy ending like a 30 minute sitcom. The reality is I need to be organised and professional and breathe through the stressful times.

A magazine I flipped through in the paediatrician’s last week suggested gadgets might help. It didn’t mention a robot version of me so these will have to suffice.

I can see the merits of a slow cooker to solve the occasional dinner dilemma when the day is just too jam-packed, or a robot vacuum cleaner to quietly deal with the meal scraps that didn’t quite make it into small mouths.

It also recommended a car DVD player for longer road journeys, an iPad or Kindle for both adults and kids when waiting is tedious.

The most practical two were a portable battery charger and a wireless key finder. I’d suggest these are necessary for mummy and nanny sanity.

However, the portable mini hair straightener is as useless to me as a portable nail polishing art machine.

Such frivolity would only cause me more stress, draw attention to the lack of cosmetics in my handbag and make me fret to look into a mirror. No space even for a lipstick unless I toss out the Matchbox cars, Lego figures, just-in-case snacks and drinks, and my secret stash of liquorice allsorts when a deep breath and mediation fail dismally.

The gadgets may help here and there but there is no substitute for the old fashioned talking to your mini me’s, playing games, going for a walk, reading a book, and a regular salon treat for you.