I roll over and look at the clock.
Boo is running around the house like a madman, Goddess only knows how long he has been up for, it is only the crash of toys or loud music or him standing over me that rouses me from my restless sleep.
This morning, like every other for the past toofuckinglong, I hear him stomping around the house. I reluctantly open my eyes and Boo is standing at the door in tears.
‘I want my plaster back on. Put it back on’
He is standing there holding the old plaster, a look of desperation on his tear stained face.
I try to reason with him, but sleep deprivation gets the better of me and I punch gently nudge MPS to ‘go deal with it’.
Through my haze I hear tearing ripping sounds, I struggle to open my eyes and Boo stands before me.
He has managed to secure the plaster back on with packing tape.
Really sticky, almost impossible to remove, packing tape.
MPS is snoring beside me.
Seems Boo dealt with it himself.
That is gunna hurt like a bitch when he takes it off.