New Digs

I'm pretty sure it was "Christ, my kids were out on the roof..." related. I'm having a hard time dealing with this.....the rational me does know that:

• He is 6...and a boy. These types of things are bound to occur.
• The roof (porch roof) looks pretty inviting. Even I wish I could sit out there and read.
• He thinks he's a Superhero.
• Short of sitting on him, I can't have him in my direct line of sight every second of every day.
  

The irrational me thinks:

• I can't believe I suck so bad that this happened (twice according to him) on *my watch.*
• I can't believe that I've raised such a dense child, he should know better.
• I can't believe that momma's littliest boy would blatently disobey me like that.
• I should have been watching him closer.
• I have the windows in their rooms safety rigged, why didn't I do my own?
• This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't gone back to work part time.
  

Ugh......this has been just about the worst two days for me. I can't even begin to describe my feelings when I opened that door and saw him heading back into the room.