Laugh, Cry, or Rage?

See, I've got this kid.  He's about 22 months old, and he gets into a lot of things he shouldn't.  Today was a pretty typical day--'Balach, put that down.  No, baby no....honey, don't touch that.  Sweetheart, nuh-uh, gentle to the puppy' etc--until I went to the bathroom.  Going to the bathroom is rarely a private affair, and almost always results in someone crying (be it me or one of the children because I lock them out so I can go in private.  Huh, it's never private, though, 'cause someone is knocking, or trying to turn the doorknob, or poking their fingers under the door, but that's another post.)  Anyway, it's always dangerous to go to the bathroom, because either everyone's in there with me, or everyone is far too quiet.  Today was primarily the quiet variety.  The Poppet was running back and forth with a Snow White costume over the dress she was wearing for the day, with a tulle skirt on her head as a veil and a crown over that; and the Balach was...quiet.  Too quiet.  Then I hear it:  the Poppet came running towards me hollering about the Balach having a Sharpie marker.  My stomach plummeted.  Oh....oh, no.  I rush out and meet the Balach in the kitchen, where he was taking a walk with the opened marker, and pretty pictures all over his face.  Then starts the quest for the lid.  I search the kitchen (where remains the evidence of a huge mess and another, different Sharpie attack.  Where does this kid keep finding these?), no lid, and no fresh pictures.  The dining room--nope.  The living room, playroom, Poppet's room, Balach's room--I start to breathe easier.  My room--GASP.  Wall above bed, picture above bed, sheets on bed, bedside table--all COVERED in Sharpie.  The worst of it by far is that this all could have been prevented by my husband opening his eyes.  Yes, it's true, my husband was in the bed at the time.  Today was the day he chose to sleep in for awhile, and he laid there and drowsed.  *headsmack*

So, what do you do?  Cry, rage...or relax and laugh?  Rage was the immediate reaction, I'll be truthful, but when I sat down and calmed myself I couldn't help but laugh.  Oh, my poor sheets.