Allison Pearson - I Don't Know How She Does It

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A victim of time famine, thirty-five-year-old Kate counts seconds like other women count calories. As she runs between appointments, through her head spools the crazy tape-loop of every high-flying mother's life: client reports, bouncy castles, Bob The Builder, transatlantic phone calls, dental appointments, pelvic floor exercises, flights to New York, sex (too knackered), and stress-busting massages she always has to cancel (too busy). Factor in a controlling nanny, a chauvinist Australian boss, a long-suffering husband, two demanding children and an e-mail lover, and you have a woman juggling so many balls that some day soon something's going to hit the ground. Pearson brings her sharp wit and compassionate intelligence to this hilarious and, at times, piercingly sad study of the human cost of trying to Have It All. Women everywhere are already talking about the Kate Reddy column which appears weekly in the "Daily Telegraph", and recommending it to their sisters, mothers, friends and even their bewildered partners.This fictional debut by one of Britain's most gifted journalists is the subject of a movie deal with Miramax rumoured to be for almost $ 1 million and has sold around the world, sparking bidding wars in Spain, Germany and Japan. Everyone is getting Reddy for Kate.

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“City Ice Maiden,” I announce in my Radio 4 voice.

“Ice Maiden that melts pretty easily,” snaps my sister. “You’ve got to get over Dad, you know. He’s not worth it. There’s millions of crap dads out there, we’re nothing special. Remember the way he used to send you to the door when they came round asking for the rent money? You remember that, don’t you?”

“No.”

“You do remember, I know you do. That’s no way to treat a kid, Kathy, getting them to lie for you. And he thumped Mum when things weren’t going his way.”

“No.”

“No? Who was it that went downstairs to distract him when they were beating the shit out of each other? Little girl name of Katharine. Ring any bells?”

“Jules, what were those ice lollies with the hundreds and thousands on them called?”

“Don’t change the bloody subject.”

“Do you remember?”

“’Course I do. Fabs. But you never had them. Always saved your pocket money and bought the Cornish Mivvi. Mum said you always had to have the best of everything from when you could stand up. ‘Champagne tastes on beer money, that’s our Kath.’ So you went and made the money for champagne, didn’t you?”

“It’s not that great,” I say, studying my wedding band.

“Bubbly?” Julie looks at me as though she really wants to know.

How can I tell my sister that money has improved my life, but it hasn’t deepened it or eased it? “Oh, you spend most of your money trying to buy yourself time to make money to pay for all the things you think you need because you’ve got money.”

“Yes, but it’s better than that. ” Julie gestures across the recreation ground to the child mothers. She speaks angrily, but when she says it again it sounds like a blessing. “It’s got to be better than that, love.”

THERE WAS A MR. WHIPPY VAN that used to go round our estate playing a hectic version of “Greensleeves.” One day during the summer holidays, Annette and Colin Terry were buying an ice cream from the van when their kitten ran out and got caught in the back wheel. We yelled, but the driver didn’t hear us and the van started pulling away. I remember it was boiling hot — the tarmac was rearing up in the road and it stuck in clumps on the bottom of our sandals like rabbit droppings. And I remember the way Annette screamed and I remember the music and the sense of something infinitely gentle being broken as the wheel spun round.

The Terrys lived two doors down from us. Carol Terry was the only mother we knew who went out to work. She started off doing some bar work for pin money and soon after she got a full-time job in the accounts office of a metals factory. Dissecting their neighbors over elevenses, my mother and Mrs. Frieda Davies decided that Carol spent her wages on going to the hairdresser and other things that came under the category of “enjoying herself.” They couldn’t have been more delighted when Annette failed her Eleven-plus. Well, what can you expect with no one at home to get the poor child a cooked tea?

Me, I remember Carol wearing lipstick and laughing a lot and seeming younger than my mother, whose birthday she shared.

The day of the accident, Mum heard our screams and ran out and took us all inside while the Mr. Whippy man tried to clear up the mess. I had dropped my strawberry Cornish Mivvi on the road. Mum calmed Annette down, made orange squash for everyone and found Colin a plaster (he had no graze or cut, but he needed a plaster). And then she gave the Terrys their tea while we all waited for their mum to get home from work.

Carol arrived late and flustered with shopping bags. She had got Mum’s phone message, but she had been unable to get away any quicker. When I think back to how it was when Carol came into the kitchen, and us all sitting at the Formica table, I can remember the heat hanging there like wet towels and Colin spilling his squash and how Annette wouldn’t look at her mum, but I can’t remember if it went unsaid, the thing everyone was thinking.

Did anyone say it? “But if you’d been here, the kitten wouldn’t be dead.”

35 No Answers

6:35 P.M.“And, furthermore, there is a good deal of evidence that mixed gender teams are critical to effective team functioning.”

“Jesus, Katie, I never thought I’d hear you say anything like that.” Rod Task is unimpressed, and he’s not the only one; the place is full of people who’d rather be in the wine bar than being addressed by me in my new capacity as diversity coordinator. I feel like a vegan at an abbatoir.

Chris Bunce lies back in his chair with his feet up on the conference table. “I’m all for mixing genders,” he says, stifling a yawn.

“Can we get the hell out of here now?” asks Rod.

“No,” says Celia Harmsworth. “We need to produce a mission statement.”

As the room groans, there is an answering thrum from the phone in my pocket. A text message from Paula. Ben ill come now

“I’ve got to go,” I say. “Urgent call coming in from the States. Don’t wait for me.”

I call Paula from the cab on the way home. She fills me in. Ben fell downstairs. “You know that dodgy bit of carpet near the top of the stairs by his room, Kate?”

Please God, no. “Yes, I do.”

“Well, he caught his foot somehow and he fell and bumped his head this morning. It came up a bit, but he seemed as right as rain. Then he was sick a bit ago and he went all limp.”

I tell Paula to keep him warm. Or should she be keeping him cool? Numb, my fingers feel like stumps as I dial Richard’s mobile number. I pray for it to be him, but it’s the voice of that damned announcer, saying please leave a message.

“Hello. I don’t want to leave a message. I want you to be here. It’s me, Kate. Ben’s had a fall and I’m going to take him to the hospital. I’ll have my phone with me.”

Next, I call Pegasus Cars and ask for Winston to be waiting when I get home. Need to get Ben to hospital.

8:23 P.M.How long is too long to wait for your child to be seen? Ben and I are told to take a seat in the rows of gray plastic chairs. Next to us are a couple of public schoolboys who are off their heads on something. Ecstasy, probably. “I’ve got no feelin’ in my fingers,” wails one over and over, pretending he has no idea why. I don’t care: I want to tell him to get back to whatever overprivileged swamp he came from and expire quietly. The idea that this kind of jerk is wasting hospital time is so disgusting I want to slap him.

Winston, who has gone to park Pegasus, returns and approaches the reception desk. Seeing me drained, he stands in and becomes the pushy one. “Excuse me, miss, we got a baby here needs some attention. Thank you kindly.”

After an eternity — maybe five minutes — Ben and I are ushered in to see the doctor. Half-slept and unshaven since last Thursday, the young houseman is seated in a cubicle cut off from the busy corridor by a thin apricot curtain. I start to explain Ben’s symptoms, but he silences me with a hand while he studies the notes on the desk in front of him.

“Hmmm, I see, I see. And how long has the little boy had a temperature, Mrs. Shattock?”

“Well, I’m not entirely sure. He was very hot up till an hour ago.”

“And earlier today?”

“I don’t know.”

The doctor moves to put his hand on Ben’s forehead, who mews slightly as I relax my grip on him. “Sickness, vomiting in the past twenty-four hours?”

“I think he was sick yesterday afternoon, but Paula thought — she’s my nanny — we thought it was just a bad tummy.”

“Bowel movement since then?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know.”

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