I couldn’t bring myself to mom today. Yes, momming – to mom – is a verb. Or it should be, anyway. It is different than mothering. I mostly managed to mother today, more or less, though I won’t claim to have done it well. I snuggled, I loved, I didn’t yell much. I mothered. But I just could not mom. Momming is the act of doing the thousand other things my boys and everyone else needs me to do in order for us to more or less fit in with the general expectations of our more or less middle class life and compatriots. Momming is laundry and dishes and signing up for summer camp and going to the park and reading bedtime stories and…