We're Blessed, Dammit

So I have decided that I will be grateful Big Daddy had to get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, because that's how we found the hose to the ice-maker spraying water all over the kitchen and the puddle that was turning into a pond across the tile and hardwood floors, and thankful that I remembered where the turn-off valve for it was (downstairs, through the rain of water that was coming through the floor). I will consider us lucky, even, as I have today off and dammit I really need to relax and I don't want to think about having to spend more money to fix things in this cash-sucking hole of a house.