I know I'm really becoming a mother (5 years in, getting there at last) as I watch the England US football match on Saturday. Robert Green, the England Goalkeeper, makes a schoolboy error and lets slip in a goal which allows the US to finish level with us. As the game restarted he stood, hands on hips, looking dejected and miserable. All I could think about was how worried his Mum would be about him. Can you imagine? Your boy, going to be pilloried by the press, loathed by the nation and clips of the howler will be shown for the rest of his life.
Motherhood? Who'd take on the stress?