That is the best night ever. Really.
I mean, you get to run around like a chicken minus a head, trying to find the main water shut off, right after you have polished off and entire bag of pretzels, and you have to pee, and you have 3 kids, and those kids like modern conveniences like, oh, water in the morning. And you have a standing inch of water in your basement.
This rocks, of course, because it means you get to spend from 8 am until 1 pm the next day with your landlord, who hasn't slept more than 8 hours in a week because her 3 year old niece just had open heart surgery, and a plumber, who totally falls all the way down your stairs at some point in the repair process, and you can't even brush your teeth. You can't even brew a pot of coffee.
Best. Night. Ever.