I have just returned from singing at the funeral of a man of 66. A very worthy man. He was always rushing about, getting involved in charitable causes, and never seemed to relax. He died, suddenly, from a heart attack.
I brought up 5 children, and fostered many more. Looked after a husband who worked shifts, so meals were being cooked at strange times of day. I worked part time until I finally retired at 70.
Now I'm 82, widowed, the children are all settled and I have no pets. I can do exactly what I please, which means that housework gets done when I'm in the mood for it. I go shopping, for a walk, or sometimes meet friends, when the mood takes me. I eat what I want, at whatever time I feel like eating. I often spend a day doing nothing but relaxing with a book, knitting, watching tv or on my iPad. I go to bed when I'm ready. Anywhere between 11pm and 2am, and get up when I wake, whenever that may be.
The only thing that I can't shake off feeling guilty about is getting up late in the morning! A niggling little voice at the back of my mind tells me off for being in bed when I 'should' be up and about. The other morning my neighbour, who has two large dogs and is an 'early to bed, early to rise' person knocked on my door at 9am, waking me up. When I appeared in my dressing gown and she asked if she had wakened me I felt compelled to fib and say that I'd been up for a while.
Why should I feel guilty? I spent many years cooking breakfast for my husband at 4.30, and working in my local newsagents' from 6am. I wish my little nagging voice would go away!