My husband, Gary, has been in sales all our married life. For much of that time, he has traveled. Sometimes he is gone for one night; sometimes for two weeks. No matter what time he arrives home he has a routine when he returns. Before he heads to bed, he has to unpack and put away everything in his suitcase.
“Come on, honey. Come to bed,” I would say. “It’s two in the morning. We can get that tomorrow.” Reasonable, right? Evidently not. He would stay up, make sure that last pair of shoes had hit the closet, and then lay down. Now, Gary is not usually particular about his stuff. That’s why I always thought this to be strange behavior. For the first ten years of our married life, I would shake my head, thinking he was strange. Occasionally we’d argue about it. On the next trip he might not unpack, but sure enough, the following trip, he’d resume his anal behavior.