I Don't Know How She Does It Page #2

when we're late for circle time.

Does Mama love you

a little or a lot?

A little.

- A lot.

- A lot! Oh!

Have a good day, OK?

I love you. Goodbye. Go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Late again,

Mrs. Reddy?

Yeah, sorry.

We'll do better tomorrow.

Perhaps.

- Good morning.

- You baked a pie, really?

Are you trying

to make me look bad?

It's from the deli

around the corner.

And you distressed it? Nice!

Did you have to throw away the

package before the nanny saw it?

Well, duh.

This is my friend Allison.

Oh, wait, you've already met her, right.

She's a single mom, and I can always

count on Allison,

especially for things like

making something much worse

than I did for the bake sale.

That is unset Jell-O, folks.

Kate and I bonded immediately.

A working mother needs solidarity.

And we know where we rank

in likeability.

Just below felon

and just above shoplifter.

God, it's so sad. Women used to

make the pies and fake the orgasms.

Now we fake the pies.

That's a big improvement

as far as I'm concerned.

Thank you. I was up all night.

Oh, sh*t!

There they are.

There they were.

The most terrifying creatures

in captivity.

The Momsters.

On the right, Wendy Best,

room parent,

field trip chaperone,

parent association

vice president,

also chief poobah in charge

of terrifying working mothers

with her domestic prowess.

And Janine LoPietro.

She does Pilates, yoga,

spinning and krav maga.

Fitter than a Navy SEAL,

tougher, too.

There you are, Kate.

I haven't seen you in ages.

Honey, you look great.

Well, I am just so jealous

of you girls.

You get to wear high heels

and look nice all day.

We just frump around at the park.

Kate, I don't know how you do it.

Wendy and I,

we always say that. Cookie?

- Oh... sure, thank you. Yummy.

- Yeah.

- Allison, please.

- No, thank you.

- Bye.

- OK.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye!

Bye.

- Brush your hair.

- Did you see what she was wearing?

You know, for me,

when I decided to have kids,

I wanted to be the one

to raise them.

But women make different choices

in their lives.

And, uh, I don't judge.

I try not to... judge.

- Bye. I'll talk to you later.

- Bye.

Oh, hello.

You should go home.

Oh, oh! No,

don't go in the street!

Don't go in the street!

So now, of course,

I'm late.

And I am gonna have to race

to the office

to get there before my boss,

Clark.

- Oh, hi, Clark.

- Oh, good morning.

- How are you? Here, please.

- I'm well.

- Allow me. Ladies first.

- Thank you.

Say, are you running a little late this

morning? I've just come from a meeting.

I have two choices here.

The man's excuse:

Bad traffic, downed power line,

faulty carburetor. Or...

- Mammogram.

- Oh.

Well, then, I think I'll

just take the stairs.

Good cardio.

Hey, morning, Jill.

- Meeting.

- Yeah, just a second.

Oh... Ugh!

Is that a Rice Krispie?

- Oh.

- I hope.

Oh, it's just dried

pancake batter.

Oh. Mm. Big relief.

Momo is a brilliant

junior research analyst.

She has the work ethic

of a robot, and the warmth.

But I don't care because

she devotes all that energy to herjob.

Kate Reddy? Well, she's

the best fund manager we have.

She's great at her job,

works really, really hard.

People think she's weird, though.

She checks on her kids every day.

Even during lunch,

when she should be working.

OK, can we go

to the meeting now?

Well, I guess. We don't have time

to do anything about your roots.

So I heard Clark has gotten

some feedback from New York

- on our fund proposal.

- Come on.

New York never lets us run

with anything big.

They treat the Boston office

like a sad stepchild.

- Look, you're always tired...

- Morning.

...and insufficiently groomed.

- Welcome back.

Once you smelled

like paste all day.

But you write the best reports

on the floor.

I doubt they even read them.

And I certainly doubt

they picked one from here,

but mark my words, if they did,

it will be Bunce's.

Don't ask me how, but that

guy just keeps failing up.

Oh, speak of the devil.

Kate!

There's Chris Bunce.

He's our DOA:

Designated Office A**hole.

Bunce loves that I have kids.

Keeps me from getting an edge

on the competition,

the one men get when they take clients

out for drinks and dinners

and golf games. You know

what I'm talking about.

The schmooze.

There you are.

Everything OK this morning?

I was looking for you

and I couldn't find you.

- Nothing with the kids, I hope.

- Oh, I had a...

- Don't ask.

- Anyway,

I was just saying to Clark,

Kate is amazing, isn't she?

I mean, I don't know

how she does it.

- All those children...

- I have two.

- It's so impressive.

- You have four.

Yeah, but two of mine are twins.

Bunce.

How the hell is equality

between the sexes supposed to work?

They can give you good jobs,

maternity leave,

but until you program a man to notice

when you're out of toilet paper,

the project is doomed.

I resent when people say

there's a double standard.

Men also have a lot to juggle.

Take our shoes.

Do women's shoes need to be

shiny all the time? No.

You never see a woman

getting her shoes shined.

Women's shoes

can be flat and dull.

Not men's.

That's a double standard.

Bunce had a great series

of meetings this week

with the institutional investors from

Oakland about their retirement fund.

Yes, meetings went great. Even got in

a little culture while they were here.

Took them to a dance show.

Hey! Whoo!

Interpretive.

Interpretive dance show.

Nice work, Bunce.

Moving on to new business.

Jack Abelhammer in our New York office

has sparked to a proposal

from this office, and he'd

like to meet the author.

Kick the tires, see if it's an

idea worth bringing to Harcourt.

Bunce, I know how long

you've waited for this chance.

Keep waiting.

Congratulations, Kate.

You'll be heading to New York tonight.

You've got a 9am with Abelhammer.

Really?

Guess someone finally

read one of your proposals.

Wow!

Congrats to the B team.

OK.

If this works out,

this could be a big step up.

A lot of travel,

a lot of one-on-one with Abelhammer.

It's gonna be great.

Plus, gives your kids a chance

to spend all that extra quality time

they've been hoping for...

...with your nanny.

And your husband will be thrilled.

Congratulations.

You know she's married,

right?

Well, in her marriage,

she has to call her husband

every time she has to work late

or go across the country

or she can't pick up her kids

from school.

It's like she's on parole.

And that is why I'm not

getting married

or having children.

I did have a fish once.

But then he kept looking at me

with these eyes,

like, "Feed me. "

So I flushed him.

His name was Derek.

Derek Chan.

Hey, let's blow

off work early, go to a bar,

pretend we're single.

And rested.

Either one. Maybe both.

Just confirming

our meeting tomorrow.

9am. Looking forward

to meeting you.

Jack Abelhammer.

Would love to get

blotto, sadly can't.

Have to go to New York

and blow somebody.

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