That's right, I'm on my own, I'll call my own shots, thank you...

I haven't said one word to anyone today, not one word. For the first time since last year I'm on my own...Big V's left, Aunt J's left, Mama, Lil V and lastly Cuz B, all gone back to Gidi. So I'm on my own...and I'm loving it.

I'm loving being in control of my environment, and just to ensure I'm in complete control, I've blitzed the house. Gone from room to room cleaning with a frenzy, stripped beds, made beds (hate bare mattresses), swept...yes swept with good old fashioned Naija igbale, dusted, mopped, washed and tidied, all on a cloudy rainy sunday when most sane people are in bed.

I clearly accept that there may be a slight touch of insanity going on with me especially as now my shoulders are on fire, my chest aches and I am tired....but hey I'm happy. I walk into each room and look around and I'm happy...yes Dr Lil & Cuz S I agree that I am most likely stupid and irresponsible for embarking on such a mission as recently I've been complaining about being tired. I fully expect your phone calls or bbm's insulting me.

It was worth it though because it's nice knowing everything is in place where I left it. Control freak much? Most def and it seems it's only getting worse as I get older.

Anyway I'm off to get ready for evening service...apparently its going to be a Celtic style service, sounds interesting :)

Title - Control by Janet Jackson.