Apologies to flight 697
Standing here at the airport in Iceland. With another 45 minutes to go and the kids going squirrely, what’s a mother to do?
That’s right! Write a poem!!
Apologies to Flight 697:
Standing in this Iceland terminal,
My patience wearing thin,
The kids are wrestling on the floor
They’re making quite a din!
But this vacation of 5 weeks with them
Has me not caring a whit
Because it’s best to let them wear each other out
Than have you see me lose my shit!
You may judge me for not controlling them
And keeping them calm and quiet
But better to laugh and goof around here
(They’re really having a riot)
Than bring that energy on our little plane
I’m sure you won’t deny it!
We are lucky to be flying
With lovely Iceland Air
They give the kids food and toys
It’s a bonus that they’re strapped to their chair!
And the next time that I decide to travel
Alone with my little fools
I’ll send you all a warning memo
So you’ll have some time to reschedule!