April Fooled Me

We were supposed to do this the right way. End of the year. Prepared. Thought out. Controlled. You know… responsible adult energy.

Instead, April 1st hit and said “surprise,” and suddenly I’m standing here with five tiny, breathing plot twists like this is some kind of joke I didn’t sign up for.

Four girls. One boy. All born on April Fool’s Day… because of course they were.

Honestly, I should’ve seen it coming. My life has never followed a straight line. It zigzags, detours, and occasionally just drives straight off the map and hopes for the best. So now it’s chaos. Tiny paws everywhere. No sleep. Constant cleaning. That “what was I just doing?” feeling on a loop like my brain opened 37 tabs and forgot why. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s a lot.

But here’s the part I didn’t expect… It’s also soft. In the middle of everything feeling heavy and unpredictable lately, these little lives showed up and forced me to slow down.

To be present. To focus on something outside of my own spiral for a minute. And yeah, I’m tired.

Yeah, I’m overwhelmed. Yeah, I’ve definitely looked at them like “y’all really couldn’t wait a few months?” But somehow… this chaos feels different.

Not the kind that breaks you.

The kind that grounds you.

The kind that reminds you life doesn’t always go how you planned… but sometimes it still gives you exactly what you didn’t know you needed.

So here we are.

No plan.

No timeline. J

ust me… and five tiny April Fool’s reminders that I was never really in control to begin with.

And maybe… that’s not the worst thing.

~Tj 🩷