Really?

So Eric and I came home from church today, much like any other Sunday. We put Hallie down for a nap, changed our clothes, and I went to play on the computer for a bit, and was looking forward to take a nap. Eric went to pick up his pants that he was going to change into, only to find them sopping wet, then he realized the whole floor was soaking wet too. We've had problems with moisture coming through our wall, so we immediately started looking there. Eric happened to notice that our bed skirt was wet too, but from the top. So we immediately knew that our water bed had sprung a leak. The hunt for the hole came next, after much searching, we found it, a hole about the size of a thumbtack hole in the corner of the bladder of the bed. We tilted it up to stop the leak, took everything out of our bedroom, and I just sent Eric off to get a hose to empty our bed out, and a carpet extractor, so that we can clean under it. I mean, I know it really isn't that big of a deal. But really? I mean really? Finals start tomorrow, it's freezing outside, and snowing, and it'll be a couple days until the floor is dry, and our bed is dried out so that we can refill it. I'm trying very hard to see what I'm supposed to be learning from this, but I just can't see it yet. I just want to cry. But for now, I am just going to go get myself a bowl of soup from the crock-pot, snuggle up on the couch, and watch a movie, and pretend like this isn't happening for now. . . or at least til there is something I can do about it.