We dropped DD1 off at uni at the weekend. I've been dreading it for the last year. Every time I've thought about it over the last 12 months I've felt the tears prickling, and have had to give myself a stern talking to! However, both DD1 and I had a few tears when we hugged goodbye, but other than that, I've been fine - I don't think it's hit me yet. DH, on the other hand... We've been together for 25 years, and until Sunday, I had only seen him cry twice (once when DD1 was born, and once when I emerged from a coma, so both pretty dramatic moments!). Since Sunday, he has cried 6 times (that I know of!) about DD1 having "left home". He cried doing the washing up this evening, as there were 3 plates, rather than the usual 4.
I honestly thought I would be the one falling apart, but I think I've just got too much other stuff to think about (Dad with Alzheimer's, DD2 being super stressed with A Levels, DM to take for an op, and now DH to worry about!) but I fully expect it to hit me like a tonne of bricks one day soon. When it does, I shall be back to commiserate with you @Slinky987 (by which time, hopefully you'll be feeling much better!)
DD1 is having the time of her life, I'm getting a couple of texts each day, and we had a FaceTime last night, plus I'm following her adventures on Instagram. I do think it must be much easier for us parents these days with so much technology, compared to our parents generation. DH tells me he only phoned home "once every few weeks" and he only ever went home for Christmas, so I'm going to count myself lucky!
I hope you feel better soon @Slinky987, and if not, it's only 78 days till the Christmas break! 😭