It's Friday night and you've been working late most nights this week, trying to make a deadline. You come home to me "waiting up" for you (read: curled up in a blanket, asleep in the big, cozy chair in the living room) and you're absolutely exhausted. Be a good boy and let me take care of you. Let me take control and make you feel good; call the shots so you don't have to for a minute or two.