My Saturday, his Sunday.

A 7 month deployment consists of:
7 months of loneliness.
31 weeks of worrying.
213 days of sleepless nights.
5,110 hours of trying to stay busy.
306,600 minutes of the phone on the loudest ringer possible.
&  18,396,000 seconds of impatiently waiting for him to come home.

At this moment, I am patiently playing the waiting game, waiting for something that most likely won't come. Our usual schedule is to meet on google video chat every evening at 5:45. Most times he shows up somewhere around that time, although I usually have to wait, sometimes up to 30minutes, which is perfectly fine, as long as I eventually get to speak to him. Most times if we miss each other, or he is unable to make it, he will call. But unfortunately every week, when Saturday rolls around, it is his Sunday, and more then likely I end up spending my entire night praying he'll get on, and 9 out've 10 times they're either tying up the phone lines,or using the computer, Jon has his laptop with him, but since so many people are using the internet, the connection ends up being so slow, or there is little to no connection available. So here I am again, just another Saturday night, still hoping and wishing he'll get on, or atleast call, and chances are, I'll go to bed sad, and depressed that I haven't heard from him. I already missed him yesterday, and he already warned me that Monday (which is my Sunday) he wouldn't be able to call, due to the fact that the CO is visiting, and he will be busy with him, so I guess I'll have to wait until my Monday, to hopefully hear his voice or see his beautiful face.