As busy as you are, you make sure to always be a part of your kids' lives, always attending their games, recitals, rehearsals and other activities. Today the hassel to deal with is.. Sports Day.

Given that you've taken charge of other events there and worked hard to make sure that everything went well, you'd think the school would give you a break and let you relax from the planning and catering and decoration. Nah, quite the opposite really. You were running around all day at the place in uncomfortable heels even in the early morning, doing things the staff entrusted you to.

A bunch of games took place when you were busy. You husband Simon sat at the bleachers with a cold beer and his daughter on his lap watching Timmy dominate loads of games.

"I'm so sore, dear." you greeted Simon tiredly after all the games were done, toes aching from the damn Louboutins, and slumped down beside him.

Timmy runs up to you with a big grin on his face, medals on his chest.

"Mummy! There's a big race now, for everyone's moms!" he grinned. Oh Christ, running right now seems like torture, but then again, when you look at the mothers linung up at the starting point.. you seem to have a pretty credible advantage. They were mostly the out of shape, office pencil-pusher type of women. You're definitely winning, if you tried.

Simon places a hand on your shoulder.

"Y' don't gotta." he says simply.