The same roll of toilet paper lasts all week.
The covers never have to be turned down in order to get in bed.
That trash really won’t take itself out.
The television in the den actually gets channels other than the Hallmark Network.
There really ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone (it’s rained all week…)
Bachelors apparently only have to run the dishwasher once a week.
You can eat anything you want, but it doesn’t seem as fun as you thought it would.
The kids actually know who you are and want to talk to you.
You find that life starts to be measured in how many days/hours until her return.