“Sorry about that, folks. Guy cut in front of me, so I had to slam on the brakes,” Sam said.
And that was the end of our peaceful quiet time.
Georgina woke up and began crying hysterically.
I bent down to kiss her head. “Shh…it’s okay.” Taking out my phone, I quickly logged onto YouTube and pulled up the Chance Bateman channel. I scrolled down to the video of his baby girl laughing hysterically at the goat’s noises, hoping it would help calm Georgina down.
She took my phone in her tiny hand, but it didn’t help. She started to cry even harder.
“Ruff!”
Bianca chuckled, “That backfired. Now, we have a barking dog, a goat saying ‘baa,’ a baby laughing, and a baby crying.”
The truth was, I couldn’t imagine my life without chaos. Couldn’t imagine my life without her, without them—without this.
“These are the sounds of life, Bianca.” I beamed. “Music to my ears, Georgy Girls.”