For the first time, both our kids have gone off to uni this weekend (one in final year, one in first). We've always been a really close family - both Mrs Beanz and I lost parents as children - and we've enjoyed spending time talking with our offspring, eating together, watching tv, shopping - just ordinary family stuff. When we got home from dropping son off today (daughter went yesterday), we didn't know what to do with ourselves! The place is so quiet! No music blaring out of bedrooms, no requests for lifts into town, no sudden needs for this or that item of ironing, no me discovering all the hot water has been used up for baths, no tapping on bedroom doors to wish 'night-night' (or ask for tv's to be turned down so we oldies can get to sleep!) ... The funny thing is, we both thought we were pretty immune to getting sentimental about it. Then on the way home, we stopped off for a coffee in the cafe at the park and got into a brief conversation with a mum and dad who were teaching their youngest to ride a bike. Cue opening of memory dam, cue Mrs Beanz suddenly in tears! I know it's just another step along life's line, but I've been quite amazed how unsettling I've found it. Anyone else had this happen?