When Sammy the School Toy Came To Stay

Meet Sammy the Squirrel.

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Sammy the squirrel

On the face of it, an innocuous cuddly toy. But, sent to stay with us last week, he quickly became my nemesis!

I’d been dreading this since I found out about Sammy when Lily started school in September. Every week, I’ve had to console a disappointed Lily as she pointed out who he’d been sent home with whilst secretly overjoyed that I’d escaped for another week.

Now don’t get me wrong, I understand the benefit in packing the squirrel off to a different home each week. Lily was elated when she came out of school with Sammy and so excited to involve him in everything at home. Certainly I didn’t want to deprive her of this. In my defence, this probably explains why I threw myself into the task in hand.

But when I opened the accompanying diary of his adventures I was filled with dread. The instructions that the diary was merely a prompt for the teachers had clearly been ignored. Instead, there were pages and pages of photographs of Sammy at various clubs, making cakes, off out for walks and at local attractions. Daily diaries recounted his every move. And in some instances the 4 and 5-year-olds had even done the write ups themselves.

Bugger! I had a baby recovering from hand, foot and mouth and a stinking cold. My plan was to have a quiet week. Sitting Sammy in front of the TV at any point clearly wasn’t going to cut the mustard.  There wasn’t going to be much chance of matched betting any evening this week either.

a made to measure halloween costume

Luckily, it was Halloween that first night. Mr Matched Betting Mum was coming back from work early to take Lily trick or treating, so Sammy could go with them. Clearly swept up in the excitement and commotion of Sammy’s arrival I don’t know what came over me as I heard myself say to Lily, “it’s a shame Sammy doesn’t have a costume“. What was I thinking? The next thing I knew I’d rummaged around in the shed for some old cloth and was making this toy squirrel a made to measure ghost outfit, complete with holes for his ears and tail! In an instant, I’d become the mum I’d feared seeing as I flicked through that diary. I hated myself for it but I couldn’t help myself as I desperately snipped away refining the costume whilst simultaneously feeding Olly his dinner.

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Sammy the squirrel’s bespoke Halloween costume

swimming lessons

The next night Lily had swimming lessons. Easy, I thought. We’d just take Sammy with us and get a quick snap of him by the pool. By this point, however, it was clear that Lily was using Sammy as the perfect excuse to be a little bit naughty. Apparently Sammy was a bit of a cheeky squirrel and liked to be mischievous, throwing toys and food around. Quite cunning of my daughter really. But super annoying for me! So as we all traipsed to the pool there was talk of Sammy wanting to go swimming too.

By way of context I should explain that taking Lily swimming is a pain at the best of times because her brother Olly has to come too. Olly is a 15-month-old bum shuffler who doesn’t stand up. The not standing thing is a real arse when we go swimming. The changing rooms floors are covered in water and, from the smell of them on occasions, child’s pee! So it’s always a difficult manouevring act as I juggle helping Lily change while ensuring Olly doesn’t shuffle off the towel I’ve strategically placed on the floor or stick his feet or head out under the door since it’s a bit of a trampling risk!

So it’s fair to say I was a bit dishevelled as we headed to the pool area! And now, from the glint in my daughter’s eye, I could see that Sammy was headed for the baby pool. Luckily for me, I managed to intervene in time, wrestling the squirrel from her whilst explaining it was dangerous as Sammy couldn’t swim. Clearly, Lily couldn’t quite be trusted with Sammy and so from that moment it was another thing I was laden with, in addition to our coats, scarves, boots and the baby!

a trip to nana’s

The next night, I didn’t have any plans. That’s very normal for us, but a quick glance through the diary confirmed Sammy did something different most nights of the week, so I needed some sort of plan. Luckily, Nana came to the rescue. She was off work that day so we could go there and I could hand responsibility for an exciting diary entry over to her! She rose to the challenge. I think she was secretly overjoyed about having a little role in Sammy’s adventures; neither my brother, sister nor I brought any school toys home with us! So a quick walk to the local river to play pooh sticks with Sammy was perfect.

a night in

On the last night I had to go to the school for my first ever parent’s evening, so Daddy was back early from work to take charge! Could he think of something interesting to amuse Sammy with? The grunts and confused expressions confirmed not. Cue some quick thinking from me. The weekend before we’d made some chocolate playdoh in a last ditched attempt to keep Lily entertained as half term drew to a close. So I left Sammy dutifully watching Lily making letter and number shapes. A perfect educational activity to end the week on!

Of course, my week wasn’t quite over at this point because I now needed to write a report about his adventures! So after the kids were in bed when all I wanted to do was curl up on the sofa and indulge my cold, I found myself swearing at the printer as I tried to print off all our photos, desperately searching for the pritt stick and cobbling together some descriptions about what we’d been up to.

Lily was over the moon the following morning when we looked through our diary entry. She couldn’t contain her glee about telling everyone what he’d been up to back at school. And I suppose that is the reason I made the effort I did in spite of my reluctance! But I was glad to see Sammy go back to school with Lily that morning. To all the other parents yet to have Sammy to stay, I can only apologise that I became the parent everyone dreads to see in that diary!

A Cornish Mum

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8 thoughts on “When Sammy the School Toy Came To Stay

  1. MMT says:

    Sounds like Sammy whipped up a storm in your house! My daughter just started school and I’m secretly dissappointed about the lack of half term projects and stuff like this for me to go to town on haha! Think I need to get out more 😉
    Great fancy dress squirrel skills btw
    Thanks for linking up to #coolmumclub

  2. Alana - Burnished Chaos says:

    I used to dread these diaries. Thankfully my son is in year three now and the kids are expected to write their own entries. The photos seem to have died off and the activities seem to be more, playing computer games and watching cartoons so much less pressure. I’ll have it all to do again with my daughter before long though ?

    • admin says:

      Don’t want to wish it away but I’m looking forward to the time when the homework is for them, rather than mum’s and dads. Still got to go through it with my youngest too of course ?

  3. Stevie says:

    Ha I love his Halloween costume! When it comes to anything to do with schools, there will always be the parents who go wayyy over the top and put pressure on the others to follow suit sadly. I just ignore it 😉

    Thanks for linking up to #Picknmix Stevie x

  4. Clare says:

    These things drive me mad! We had a teddy for my eldest two who came home for the weekend, I think the most exciting thing he got up to was the food shop!

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