Okay, so here's the brand-new trailer for Sarah Jessica Parker's I Don't Know How She Does It, about an overworked, overstressed mom trying to juggle it all.
Comedy gold? OR OUR REAL LIVES?
Even this trailer makes me stressed. And I tried to read the book, but that was so stressful I had to stop. I appreciate the potential humor in this kind of entertainment, but this just isn't escapism for me. Just. Not.
What do you think? Am I overreacting?