This has brought back memories I'd buried - but maybe it'll make you feel better so I'll share.
When we had the 'bloody class bear' dd was 4.5, bear arrived unannounced & we'd got a weekend of catching up with chores planned. Instead, desparate for something to include in the book we went & bought the xmas tree (1st of Dec, needles obviously all then fell off by xmas), decorated it, found various other random things to do & generally based the bloody weekend round said bear.
By the Sun eve I was knackered, chores not done, dd insisted on sleeping with bear...and woke up crying in night having pooed absolutely everywhere, had attempted to clear up herself & succeeded in spreading poo liberally over everything in her room. Including, obviously, the bear...
The one time she's ever done that, why why WHY did it have to be that night?? Somehow managed to put it (and her entire bed, pjs, everything) in the washing machine at 2am, (then disinfected entire room), put bear in airing cupboard at some stupid o'clock & got it dry in time for school.
Bloody class bears, grrrr