Spare the rod, spoil the spouse

Me: Hey,Good morning (to IBH), Its 630.
IBH: Gives a lazy smile.
Me: )Goes to main hall to do my own stuff)
Me: Hellow, 640 already. I think you should get up. Really. U want coffee?
IBH: Hmmmm. Whaat.. yawwnn, (tosses around and snores again)
Me: Good morning again, here's coffee
IBH: Mutters a feeble thanks (but still in bed)
ME: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO YELL AT YOU. WHat the XYZI IS GOING ON HERE> WHY SHOULD I ALONE WORK HARD &*&^%^$%$$^^
IBH: Wakes up with a start, runs to the restroom, guzzles his coffee, wakes up DD, gets her dressed like in fast forward TV and all set to go
Moral of the story: Spare the rod, spoil the spouse