We use a clock radio for our wake up alarm in the morning. It's tuned to the golden oldies station where I'm fairly certain that they only play advertisements: National Tiles - which has the most annoying voice ever and ... no just the National Tiles commericial.
Every morning, Inspector Climate reaches over (or reaches over me depending on which side of the bed I'm on) and turns off the alarm. The radio coming on, and the click of it going off are enough to make me be WIDE awake.
So on Wednesday morning, when the alarm went off, Inspector Climate curled up next to me to cuddle me as he does every morning, and then despite feeling REALLY tired, I forced myself out of bed to get ready for my 6 am yoga class. I got dressed, washed my face, put my contacts in, brushed me teeth, and then walked back into the bedroom.
From the dark and comfort of the blankets Inspector Climate said "Why are you getting ready for yoga at 2 am?"
And I had no good answer to that. I stared blankly at the radio in the corner of the room which clearly said 2:06 (to be fair, I couldn't read that with my contacts out). What was HAPPENING TO ME. I never have done that before. I was so confused.
And, so wearing my yoga clothes (after taking my contacts back out), I climbed back into bed confused and distraught "I'm turning into you" I cried!
If you remember Inspector Climate is renown for his sleep walking/talking capabilities - he'll hold conversations, he'll look for snakes, he'll beat the shit out of some make believe bugs in the bed - but me? Me? I never do those things.
After a few minutes, of trying to fall back to sleep Inspector Climate said, "actually, I think I turned the radio on."
It is the meanest trick ever - and impossible to be angry at him because he did it while he was sleeping.