Took my kids up north for camp this last weekend, which means it’s my wife and I alone in the house. It’s nice but it’s also an odd feeling when they disappear for a whole week.
It’s so disconcerting that it throws me off my normal schedule. Sunday night I didn’t get to bed on time because I’m so used to the family going through the standard evening ritual of “okay kids, head to bed” that I got to bed late.
It’s odd how little things like that can throw off your schedule if you’re not paying attention to it. I’m sure that we’ll slowly adjust to being empty nesters as the kids head off to college and work on establishing themselves out in the real world, but when they all up and disappear overnight it’s a little jarring.