Listing is Not Good, Right?

Sometimes going against your regular grain is good and you just don’t know why until later. Yesterday before we arrived at the boat we are renting for the week the owner asked us which staterooms to make up for Carter and Ashley. Having never seen the choices they chose two rooms, but when we got here and they saw all the choices they wanted to switch. I felt badly that the clean, pressed sheets where already on different beds and my first reaction was to say no,but the owner said she had other sheets. As a compromise I told the girls they could sleep in the big aft stateroom they liked best if they made the bed themselves. This turned out to be a fortuitous move.
Last night I settled into the master stateroom in the fore, closing the porthole covers in hopes of getting to sleep in a little since Russ was not arriving until after 9:30 this morning. I was awoken by a loud knocking on my door so early that I was still in that part of sleep where you don’t know if you are dreaming or are awake.  
“Mom, mom there is a lot of water in our room,” Carter was telling me.  
“What? What time is it?” Why I needed to know the time, I will not understand, except it was just a stall tactic until I could get my bearings.
“It’s 5:30.”
I jumped out of bed and realized the boat was badly listing to the stern, you know boat lingo for to the right. I am not really a fan of leaning to the right especially when it means we are taking on water.
I ran up my stairs and back down to Carter’s stairs and before I even got down two steps I could see inches of water.  
“Pack up all your stuff and bring it upstairs, I’m calling the owner.”
It’s never good news to have to wake someone at 5:30, but the one thing I know, there is no reason to be polite and wait until a decent hour when their boat is sinking.
It took only moments for her to arrive and soon followed experts who first were able to get the water pumped out and find the broken clamp that had allowed the water to come in in the first place. Carter, Ashley and I sat on the aft deck enjoying the sunrise and early morning hours in a way we would have never done had we slept the morning away.
While I was in the galley getting myself some iced tea I thankfully had made the day before, since our water was now turned off, the owner said to Carter that we might need to go to a hotel. This caused tears and sadness for the vacation she had looked so forward too. When I came back out and heard this I said we were not making any decisions at 7:30 in the morning. I was also not going to call Russ who was on the road from Durham for his one day vacation because I was holding out faith that all would be fine.
Russ arrived around 10 just as the issue was getting fixed. Our day of sun on the water was salvaged. If it weren’t for Carter and Ashley sleeping in that aft stateroom and Carter waking up at 5:30 to use the head it could have been a much different story. Four more hours going unnoticed would have made a big difference. Thank goodness I was not my normal harass self yesterday and indulged my girls, it saved us.