Bedtime in my house is like an Iowa two minute drill. Despite our constant preparations, my wife and I always seemingly find ourselves down four points and 80-yards of green grass to navigate. And let me tell you all, there are always new wrinkles, new schemes, new tendencies and new toddler feelings that are thrown at us JUST as we start to think we’re about to push the ball over the goal line.
Not every night is a complete team victory. Sometimes we’re left wondering what the hell just happened (like when Iowa somehow beat Northwestern at Wrigley Field).