Last night’s sleepover went better than I could have possibly imagined.

Ellie and I slept in the basement and dare I say it was the best sleep I’ve ever had. The crisp, cool, basement air was refreshing and not at all bitterly cold as I had anticipated. That funky odour we’ve been sniffing around to find where it originates miraculously disappeared for this one night of clean air sleeping.

Ellie did not kick me nor wake speaking in tongues, gibberish about the day’s events and those that would follow.

She did not want to discuss scenes from t.v. shows and movies we have all watched a million times and have me act them out and she was satisfied with my first answer to “why do some people have hair in some places and others don’t have hair in those places?”

We didn’t hear from Hanna’s sleepover hosts so that can only mean she was a dream guest.

Cutting the phone cord to avoid that pesky midnight call was definitely the right move.