My husband has been working rotational in Nigeria for over a year now. That means he travels to Nigeria (on our time), works 28 days straight (sunday through Sunday), about 10 to 12 hours a day. Then he travels to wherever I am and we have the next 24-26 days together. It all depends on where I am which governs the time we have together. When I am somewhere in Western Europe, it usually only takes him a day each way so we get 26 days. This week, I am meeting him in Australia so we only et 24 days together but we will have a very good time, I am sure.
    The last few days before we finally meet up are just torturous. I don't feel like doing anything. I just want to get the time over with and have him walk through the door. Of course, not doing anything means the time will move even slower but oddly enough, that's still how I feel and I have to force myself out the door to sightsee, shop, or whatever. On my computer at home, I have a countdown clock and I can spend a lot of time looking at that clock. Here, I just keep checking my plans to be sure I will make the airport in time for my flight to Australia.
    He's due to stop the rotation sometime early next year and we will have a different assignment. Another rotation would actually be ok because I have learned to deal with it and occasionally, just occasionally, it is so much easier to do something without him underfoot. The retraining is always hard (meaning I have to retrain him for about 2 weeks that he no longer has a houseboy) but I can deal with all this if he has an assignment that interests him and keeps him happy with his job. And I do love the travel. Once we get another assignment, the travel will probably screech to a halt. But that's another day, another worry, and now I have to go out and sightsee.