TRUST THE PROCESS

She came home thrilled the other day from school.

Photo by Lidya Nada on Unsplash

She had been invited to the very first 2nd Grade birthday party for her classmate. We will call him Eugene - not his real name.

The invitation has been on our bulletin board for a good week - until today when it’s not.

We currently have the following tacked on to our bulletin board:

1. a public service announcement about how to prevent ticks
2. School Calendar
3. September Lunch and Breakfast menu for the school
4. My honey-do list.
5. it could probably be pitched but it’s still here - a sheet with the child’s school itinerary.

What I don’t have anywhere is the freaking invite. I have the gift on order - but at this point I have no idea where or when this birthday party is.

Of course these days you can’t just call the school and say - hey, can you give me the phone number for Eugene’s Mom?

Because: privacy.

And it’s not the teacher’s job to solve our problem - she sent the invite home with the child - she doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this problem.

This is definitely a ME problem.

This leaves me with no option but to trust the process but I have to tell you guys - the process is looking pretty shaky:

For this to work I have to trust two 7-year-old’s to communicate that one parent of one 7-year-old lost the birthday party invite for the other 7-year-old

This assumes that child A can remember to give the note I sent with her to Child B whom we hope can give the note to his parents so they can call me and let me know where this party is.

I think I would have better luck if I communicated by carrier pigeon than the current system I am left with.

I have instructed the child on how this needs to go down if she wants to be celebrating Eugene’s party on Saturday:

1. Take note I put in your folder for school.
2. Give note to Eugene. Express the importance that this note be taken home and shown to his parents.

And then we wait.

Maybe the note will get delivered - maybe it will be found 300 million years from now under a swing set.

Both options have even odds.

I do know that if this little plan of mine is a success I will have solved the most complicated communication problem since the invention of the text message.

And if this doesn’t work? I will have an upset child and a camouflage walkie talkie set and no party to go to.

I will know how to remove ticks though - so there’s that.

Also: Friday is Pizza Day.

Fingers Crossed, TH and Co.