All you football moms out there can identify with having no leisure even to eat.

You’ve carted them to practices and cheered them on in games. You’ve driven the length and width of the state of North Dakota (for example) with kids and crockpots in the trunk. Paper plates, pickle jars, and plastic forks are stowed in the vehicle as if it were a cruise ship.

And still you had no leisure to eat!

Between handing out paper plates of hotdish and cheering when your son scored a touchdown, you had no tim...