I Don't Know how She Does it

Thirty five year old Kate, fund manager at Edwin Foster, is a victim of time famine: she counts seconds like other women count calories. As she hurtles between appointments, through her head spools the crazy tap[e loop of the working mother's life: must remember client reports, bouncy castles, transatlantic phone call, nativity play, check the Dow Jones, cancel hygenist, squeeze that sagging pelvic floor, make time for sex. Factor in a manipulative nanny, an Australian boss who looks at Kate's breasts as if they're on special offer, a long suffering but definetly suffering husband, her quietly aghast in laws, her two bundles of joy, and an email lover, and you have a woman juggling so many balls that some day soon something's going to hit the ground.