Day 144. This has by far been our hardest day as a family unit in quarantine.

People are legit worried about us-- family, close friends.

I just want to say to every other single mother out there: I see you.

Also, I am on my third margarita on a Sunday night and I just DNGAF.

Like, you know it& #39;s bad when the kids have spent the whole day alternately screaming and tearing the house apart, and you personally are *excited* about the arrival of a new set of sheets from Target, while your friends are strategizing about how to give you a moment to breathe.

And meanwhile you& #39;re still stuck on the vivid dream you had two nights ago where you got to hug your friend who died in May and cried doing it, but couldn& #39;t tell her why, because she didn& #39;t realize she was dead or about to die.

These times are so fucked up. I am so tired.

I have a magical story in my head that every other major political commentator is handling this way better than I am, and that I am destroying my future career prospects by being so public about how hard it is, just in case you thought I had the mindset thing down BTW.