My children hate me going to work. So why do I do it (apart from the dosh)... Like it or not, we mothers – working, or unpaid-at-home – are still carrying the practical and emotional burden of our children’s lives. The killer fact is: they bloody well love us for it. And while it makes them happy, we’ll keep on hugging, listening, playing, reading, talking, over-seeing homework, cooking, feeding and even pushing the odd swing. All we can hope is that by the time they’re adults, they won’t remember how often we went to work and they’ll be proud of their well-rounded mothers with interesting things to chat about. In the absence of anything better, that’s what we have to keep telling ourselves.This is pure solipsism, as the woman assigns to her young children her own values. Setting aside the foolish notion that working in an office makes a woman "well-rounded" or gives her "interesting things to chat about" - mordant laugh - what children give even a fractional quantum of a damn about those things.
Can you imagine if a father was foolish enough to try to justify depriving his children of money in the hopes that they'll be proud of how attractive his mistress is? That is how ridiculously stupid it sounds.
Given that she's quite attractive, my guess is that she likes to play dress-up and flirt with the executives at the office. Being an attention whore, she's simply not willing to give up the attention for anything as tediously demanding as her own children.
UPDATE: Actually, it's much worse than that. She's an outright fame whore.