Nightbitch

That's a loud...

Yeah.

I'm a robot.

And a spider.

And a spider.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Okay. Okay. Babe, stop.

Stop.

- Oh, we need some crunchy snacks, right? - Hi!

Oh, hi. Oh, my God.

Sally, what are you doing here?

I'm visiting my mom for the weekend.

Baby, this is Sally.

Yeah, Sally took over your mom's job at the gallery after you were born.

Oh, he's super cute.

Do you just love getting to be home with him all the time?

Must be so wonderful.

Yeah. I mean, that's a-- that's a good question, you know?

But it's complicated though because, I mean,

I would love to feel content.

But instead, I feel like I'm just stuck

inside of a prison of my own creation where I torment myself

until I'm left binge eating Fig Newtons at midnight

to keep from crying.

And I feel like societal norms, and gender expectations,

and just plain old biology, have forced me to become this person

that I don't recognize, and I'm just angry all the time.

Like, all the time. Like...

And, you know, I would love to direct some of my own artwork

towards a critique of the modern day systems

that articulate this, but my brain just doesn't function

the way that it did before I had the baby, and I'm dumb now.

And I am deeply afraid that I am never going to be smart,

or happy, or thin ever again.

Do you just love getting to be home with him all the time?

Must be so wonderful.

Oh, yeah, I do. I love it.

I do. I love being a mom.

Seven, eight.

Wow.

Yucky.

Look it... Look at the house.

Uh-oh.

I'm hungry.

I'm gonna eat you.

Ooh! That scared me.

Up to the moon!

To the moon!

Are you okay?

Four, five.

Where's the duck one?

Where?

No!

You know.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight,

nine, ten.

You light a fire early in your girlhood.

You stoke it and tend to it.

You protect it at all costs.

You don't let it rage into a mountain of light,

because that's not becoming of a girl.

You keep it secret.

You let it burn.

It's from this point, this fire,

you can create and fight

and push your way through the world.

It's from this fire that you can birth something new.

A new version of yourself or a whole new person

who didn't exist before you squeezed them into the world.

A person who will one day pee in your face without blinking.

Let's go see the truck.

Let's go, yeah.

Where's the...?

- The what? - The...

- The truck? - Yeah.

It's up the street.

It's up the street?

Yeah.

- Is the truck there? - Yeah.

We have to put that on the street again.

- Yeah? - Yes.

They're going to-- next to the street with the green truck.

- He's on the back of that. - You think so?

Oh, he looks pretty strong. I bet he can do it.

No.

No, it turned away.

- Higher. - Higher?

How high?

- Higher up to the moon. - To the moon?

We're going inside.

This?

Yeah, we're gonna go in there. That's what we're doing.

- Yeah. - We can go.

People can't say no to us.

They can't say no to us. That's right.

- Hi, Norma. - In the ocean, too.

Some decomposers even help clean water.

- Book Babies. - Wow. I had no idea.

Oh, shit.

The problem is I just don't enjoy the company of other moms.

I think becoming friends with another woman

simply because we're both mothers is pathetic.

a beautiful, smart, hilarious woman

and we became friends,

we bond over hating Book Babies.

Oh, thank God.

Zarah Beverly.

Caden.

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Mom!

I'm not coming here...

I'm gonna fuck you up.

I'm the worst mother in the world.

Do you-- Oh, I'm sorry.

Do you like paint and sip?

You're an artist, right?

Did I tell you that?

Oh, we chatted at mommy-baby yoga.

Just for a sec though. Jen.

- So, do you paint or do something else? - No.

I used to do more immersive art,

- sculptures, and found materials. - Oh, like installations?

Sorry to eavesdrop. I just-- I'm a big art fan.

- Oh, are you? - Yeah. Yeah.

- She is. - Me, too.

I used to live in the city and I spent my lunch breaks

at the Modern, like, every day.

I showed some work at the Modern once.

- Wow. - Wow.

But that feels like a lifetime ago, so...

- Yeah. - Right.

- Totally. - Definitely.

- We get it. - Yeah.

I used to be a stripper...

if you can believe that.

It was fun though, but just for a little while, not...

The before times.

Yes. Yes.

- Gosh. - Right.

You know, I really have to get him home for his nap.

Oh, yeah. Right.

Yeah.

- Okay. - Well, maybe we'll see you next week.

Yeah. He's tired.

Yeah, of course.

Aww... Yes.

- So cute. - Yeah.

I know.

- Oh, my gosh. - I love her.

- She's fun. - She's fun, huh?

She is.

"Goodnight, goodnight, construction site.

Down in the big construction site, the tough trucks work

with all their might."

They washed their feet.

"Reaching, stretching, lifting high,

he swings the beams into the sky."

"So no more huffing and puffing, teams."

What's this one?

Look at his big teeth.

Where is it?

Where is it?

"One by one, they'll go to bed to yawn and rest their sleepy heads."

Now, I'm yawning.

Can I get down?

No, we're gonna go sleepies, remember?

No.

- No. - Please?

No.

- No. - Aren't you so tired?

- All-- - No.

- All the vehicles are tired. - No.

- Yes. - No.

Who is the dad?

No, no, no. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

All right.

- Now, let's sleep again. - No.