The Rest of the Story

I know that some of you have been waiting with bated breath to find out if we ever actually made it to Colorado or not.  I apologize for the delay.  To be honest, I didn't really want to think about our last travel day for a while.  Now that I have gotten over it somewhat, I am pleased to present the final installment in my Holiday Travel Poetic Trilogy...

One Sunny Monday

At five in the morning my alarm made its sound.

I jumped out of bed and began looking around.

We needed to gather all of our stuff,

For if we forgot it, life would be rough.

We woke up the kids, and we went out the door.

Logan International Airport is what we're headed for.

That's when things started to go not our way,

and the next 21 hours were a really "unique" day.

It started with traffic--both outside and in.

People were everywhere, we just couldn't win.

We were randomly chosen for a second screening.

The security guards gave us a good preening.

They patted down Evie and Eldan too.

I'm not really sure what they thought kids would do.

We got on our plane and were doing just fine,

Until the pilot said we wouldn't leave on time.

Our flight out of Boston was an hour or so late,

And that destined us to a traveler's worst fate.

Our connection to Denver we missed at midday,

And our disappointment I can hardly relay

When the man at the counter said our next flight

Wouldn't leave Atlanta until nine that same night!

It was just barely lunch time when we got this news,

And I'll tell you the truth--there were some "Boo-hoos!"

We ate and we waited and we waited some more.

We walked up and down the Concourse E floor.

I paid seven dollars to go internet surfing,

But, par for the course, the connection was not working.

People around us were grumpy and mad.

While we were just tired and lonely and sad.

There was one idea that we could all try.

It was leaving earlier by flying standby.

On the four-thirty flight we didn't get called,

And for the six-thirty flight my hopes were a bit stalled.

Yet, lo and behold, there was room for us all.

And when our name they said, we answered the call.

A row to ourselves we were given with glee,

And look! They even have in-flight entertainment for free!

Yet, the four hour flight was spent with some groans,

From hunger, fatigue, and malfunctioning headphones!

"Oh well," I thought, "Just a bit irritating.

At least I know my family is waiting!"

I thought this because I had texted our flight

To my mom on her cell phone earlier that night.

Yet, unknown to me, a problem with the phone

Meant all of my family was sitting at home.

When our plane in Denver finally landed

Another full hour we would be stranded.

By this time it was nearly ten in the night

And our two little munchkins were losing the fight.

They both fell asleep--get some much needed rest.

I have to admit, they both did their best.

In spite all the troubles with which our pathway was paved,

Both of our children were quite well behaved.

I wish I could say the same for their dad.

On several occasions, my attitude was bad.

And now this poem I am glad I'm concluding.

Sometime after midnight we were in our bed snoozing.

Tuesday we woke with our attitude sunny,

And looking back now...our trip was quite funny...

Well, sort of.

Before I finish my holiday rhymes,

I feel I must add two final lines.

There is one bit of info this poem can't lack.

A week from this Saturday...we have to fly back!!!!!!!!!!