I Don't Know How She Does It Page #3

Dear Jack, looking forward

to meeting you, too.

Kate Reddy.

Richard, this thing

is a long shot, I promise you.

I have to pitch to him, and he'd

have to pick me over everyone else.

And... the chances of those two things

happening are very slim.

Oh, well, if it comes down

to your ability to pitch

and the quality of your idea,

honey, of course you're getting this.

Good luck at your meeting, honey.

And please don't worry about me.

It's such a short trip. No one will even

notice I'm gone again. I promise.

No! You just got back.

Honey, I know,

but it's just... It's one night.

And I will have this with me.

You call me any time.

Whatever, Mom.

At least you don't hate me.

Um... did...

Did you take Ben

to get a hair cut?

Yeah, his bangs

were in his eyes,

so I took him to that

place on the corner.

Oh.

Oh... he looks...

I mean, it's adorable.

Thank you. I just...

It was...

That was his first hair cut.

- So...

- Yeah, I wanted to call.

I just didn't want to disturb you at

work. I didn't wanna bother you.

Oh, no! Paula, no, it's...

No, you're never bothering me.

Nothing is more important to me than the

kids. I'm always happy to hear about

- any little or big thing. Honestly.

- Got it.

Great, thanks.

- I love you.

- Bye-bye, Mama.

Bye-bye, bunny.

- I love you. Paula, you'll call me?

- Yes.

For anything?

I don't care the reason.

- Bye.

- Come on.

Bye. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye!

The books say

children get over separation

anxiety by two years.

Good evening.

That was weird.

No age limit

is given for mothers.

He'll never have his

first hair cut again. Never.

They didn't have purple tights

in your size, Em,

but I'll keep looking.

I promise. OK?

OK, honey.

Do you want a brush?

What, I'm a little itchy.

Is that a crime?

Oh. Hello?

Today's playdate's

in the park, right?

You just have to confirm

that with Owen's nanny?

Yeah, I have the number.

Can you hold on?

Just hold on, OK?

No, I think I have the number.

Can you hold on a second?

I think I have the number.

OK. Hold on.

Can you hold that for a second?

Can you?

Sorry.

Do you mind?

Hello, baby. Bye-bye.

- Why is this wet?

- That doesn't belong there.

Sorry, it's kind of precious.

Something

smells like raw meat.

I wondered where that was.

A- ha! Yeah! Yep.

Yep, yep, yep. Got it, got it.

Got the number.

Wait, are you...

are you still there?

Go ahead, say it.

- Say what?

- Oh, just get it out.

No, it's just...

I don't know how you do it.

Well, you will, one day.

No, no, no.

I am not having kids.

Really? Why not?

- Well, for one thing...

- Can you just hold this for a second?

Momo, I promise you

that being a mother

is one of the most rewarding

and enriching experiences

a person can have.

It's probably just my stress

eczema flaring up again.

I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- He'll be right with you.

- Great, thanks.

Oh, sorry. My kids love that music.

Hey, Allison, I'm just

stepping into a meeting.

- Can I call you back maybe?

- Sure.

But why did you send me an email

saying that you were

looking forward to meeting me?

- What?

- Last night, when I asked you

if you wanted to get a drink,

I just reread your response

- and it doesn't make any sense. So...

- No.

No, no, no. I didn't send you that

email. I sent you a different one...

Oh, my God! Wait!

I... I didn't send you

an email about a b job?

Uh, no, honey.

I mean, not yesterday.

- Oh, my God!

- Kate Reddy?

Jack Abelhammer.

Momo Hahn.

It is an honor to meet you, sir.

- Shall we?

- Uh... yeah... Listen,

Jack, um... Jack, about the email

that I sent yesterday,

the, um... the, uh...

activity mentioned,

- that's not... I don't...

- Oh, yes, I saw that.

Are you still planning to start

the meeting with that action item?

Uh, sorry. There's...

There's been some, uh...

Some budget cutbacks lately.

So no.

Oh, disappointing.

Oh, sorry.

I'm gonna silence this thing.

Yeah, here I am...

I'm silencing it.

Sorry, again. Sorry.

Everything OK?

Yep!

Oh, my God!

We received a lot of proposals,

but I was most intrigued

by your notion of an

individual investor

retirement fund.

In order to make that work,

you'd have to pick stocks

with a big dividend yield.

Well, of course, but you know

you also have to avoid the value traps.

I think you'll see that I've

targeted a few industries

where I really see

the dividends multiplying.

Mm. Yeah.

I see.

The rub is Harcourt

hates the retirement business.

So, what could we do to convince

him... What's a bouncy house?

- What?

- You have it written on your hand.

I haven't seen a girl write on her hand

since I was ten-years-old.

Oh!

A bouncy house is a

blow-up-y kind of tent thing.

You know, the kids get in and they jump

up and down. It's a bouncy house.

It's... It's my daughter's

birthday next week.

Mm-hm.

- How many children do you have?

- Uh, six.

- Two!

- Two. Two.

- She has two.

- It feels like six.

Hm...

Look, the fund you're proposing

is very ambitious.

I mean, Harcourt, he'll wanna see

that this is a real business.

He only cares about profit ratios.

This is ambitious.

I know that. I know that.

But if it works, it works big.

I mean, think about it. A retirement

fund that makes it possible

for people to supplement their Social

Security so they can actually retire.

That would mean so much to people in

this country who are scared to death

about their future.

Look, I got into investing

because I watched my father

gamble away every paycheck

he ever got.

I wish he put that money

into a fund like this.

It would have left

my mother with something,

instead of what she had,

which was two jobs, no savings

and a very angry loan shark

named Claude.

What is the matter with you?

I think you flicked something

in my mouth!

- I have lice!

- You have?

Lice! Oh, my God!

I couldn't get out

of there fast enough.

I just kept picturing

little tiny bugs

repelling off my hair

into his inbox.

Oh, my God. I'm going to vomit.

Oh, no!

Hold on, Richard. Hold on, hold on.

I'll be right with you.

Wait, don't put the phone

near your hair.

Hi, Richard.

- What's up?

- I got it.

No more basement

renovations for me.

Oh, my God! Oh, that's

the best news in the world!

Oh, honey! I'm so proud of you.

Well, come on home.

We gotta celebrate.

I will, I'll be home

before you know it. Bye.

Yay! Wow!

This could be a disaster.

Of course

a lot of kids get lice.

The dirty ones.

The ones whose mothers don't have time

to wash their hair properly.

Kate. Or worse, have a

19-year-old wash 'em. Ugh!

Come on, lots of kids get lice

at school. It's not a big deal.

Yes, there were whispers

that Kate had lice.

And in the world of finance, we know

that you don't ignore the whispers.

So I had my office fumigated,

and then I went to the kitchen

and threw away Kate's coffee mug,

as well as anything in the refrigerator

with Kate's name on it.

And moving forward, I will not

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