If you need some affirming entertainment while you collapse on the couch post-bedtime, exhausted and clutching your own bottle of merlot.

Motherland gets all of this and captures it with energy, audacity, and style; at its most frenzied, it evokes the final 30 minutes of Goodfellas, minus the cocaine, helicopters, and Harry Nilsson.

Well-intentioned and with strong ideas worth supporting - seriously, people, help out your spouses -- the Sundance Now comedy can't balance the chaos it creates with the chaos it instills in viewers.

Helpfully, the kids don't get a look-in: this is all about mums. The lifelong panic of being a mum. It is, also helpfully, appallingly funny: best comedy of this year.

It may be early days, but Motherland has the hallmarks of a classic comedy.

Motherland has painted a blisteringly accurate portrait of a horrible, self-absorbed mother - and had an awful lot of fun with it, too.

It is no surprise that Horgan is behind this - anyone who has watched her show Catastrophe knows how she manages to find hilarity in the nuances of everyday life.

But it's the underlying awareness of this particular certainty that makes the series' writers (Sharon Horgan, Graham Linehan, Holly Walsh, and Helen Linehan) feel borderline revolutionary at times.

It's one of the best TV comedies I've seen in the last ten years.

Alongside the blazing brilliance of leads Maxwell Martin and Morgan, it was these observational details - facial expressions, nonverbal noises, body language - that made the characters so engrossing.

Motherland is exclusively about the adult experience post-procreation and, as such, is terrifyingly good.

Thank God, thank God, thank God for Motherland, which has returned for a full series following on from the pilot last year, and is not just in command of its comedy chops but creates a world that feels true.

If there's a bum note, then it comes with the dads. I hesitate to mention this, because even here Motherland is hilarious.

This isn't belly-laugh comedy, it goes deeper than that. In an age when motherhood has been sanctified and rhapsodised it is refreshing to see it kicked off its pedestal and bathed in hard truth.

Rest assured, there's something in it for everyone. Those with children can laugh with them; those without children can laugh at them.