First, this is not a bowling blog. If you were drawn here via Google while searching for all things bowling and you are now feeling betrayed, we offer you our apologies. Sorry. Go bowl. You’ll feel better.

There is a bowling metaphor being used here though, in case that counts for anything. It’s a bit of an inside joke with us, so first, just to get you acclimated, a little bit of setting the pins.

From about the time we had our first child in 2005 right up until just a few months ago, we were the pins. On a typical day, we were up at 5:30. We’d see each other for only enough time to complain about the time of day and make the bed. Then I would go down to start the breakfast while Elisia would put on her makeup. By 6:30, the mugwumps would be up, hungry, and wired for sound. A flurry of activity would then ensue. Clothes were fought over and eventually put on, teeth were cleaned, mouths were fed and wiped, fed again, wiped again. That food spilled on the floor would have to wait until evening because Elisia would have just run downstairs and by God, we needed to be out that door by 7:15 to catch that damned train. Continue reading →