If it wasn't for baseball, I'd have to take up cross stitch or some equally boring hobby during the quiet evenings. But try to enjoy the moments. They will end soon as you pick up pace on the "honey dos". Alternately you could do what we did when the boys left home....got a cat.
They still damage the furniture and require medical treatment, but in the long run they're less expensive and you can throw them outside when they really tick you off.