My Crohnstipated Life

There’s tired, and then there’s Crohn’s tired.

If you know, you know. This isn’t the kind of tired that a nap can fix. It’s the kind that seeps into your bones, making it feel impossible to lift your arms, let alone cook dinner for three hungry kids.

But here’s the thing—kids don’t care if you have Crohn’s. They still need to eat. They still need bedtime stories, cuddles, and help with their math homework (even when you’re questioning how you ever passed fifth grade).

So, how do I do it? The short answer: sometimes, I don’t.

Some nights, it’s frozen pizza and a side of “Mom needs to lie down.” Some nights, I rally, pushing through the exhaustion to make something nutritious. And some nights? I remind myself that ordering takeout does not make me a failure.

Parenting with Crohn’s is hard. But you know what? My kids don’t remember the meals I couldn’t cook. They remember the love. And that’s enough.

Stay Strong!