The Blackberry

People have many problems with their technology. We claim it's taking over our lives, but panic when it fails. I have a relationship problem- with my significant other's Blackberry. Not that he ignores me for it, not that he ignores my calls. It's the damn alarm.  I wrote the the following last Tuesday evening:

This morning, I rolled over, into the waiting arms of my SO, snuggled in, and inhaled deeply. It was a lovely moment, with the promise of an even better time to come.  Then, I heard it. Coming from downstairs was the sound of the alarm on his Crackberry. Seven AM. "Do you hear what I hear?" I said it nicely, jokingly. No response from him, as it played itself out- for the first time. (Our progress was stalled.)  I teasingly offered my latest response to it- "I really am going to have to shove that up your ass."   After it had gone off  a second time (??) he got up to go get it.

 This was a first. He can ignore it for hours - as it repeats every 10 minutes or so- whether it's in the bedroom or downstairs.  I know this because I have tried to ignore it. I have also tried waiting for it to annoy him enough to spur him to action. He remains unfazed. He goes back to sleep, and stays blissfully so, secure in the knowledge that when he REALLY has to get up, I'll see to it.  It wouldn't bother me if he got up sometime around 7, but he doesn't. With my current work schedule, I only have 1 day/ week that I have to get up at 6 or earlier.

This is an ongoing problem. It started about five months ago- we've been together nearly 3 years. No clue why he has it set. For a while, he changed it to weekdays only, now it's back to 7 days. Often, I ask him to silence it before we go to bed. Occasionally, he does.
It seems always to rouse me from a dream, or to interrupt us as it did that morning. I'm at my wits end- admittedly not a far trip, but it HAS TO STOP.  Here's a chronicle of the rest of the week with the alarm.
Wednesday morning, alarm was on the headboard. This means I don't end up stomping downstairs to retrieve it, but has the drawback of sounding a mere 10 inches from my head.
Thursday, I get up before six. In the midst of the current battle, I hit the snooze on my own alarm twice. I could not, however, bring myself to let it ring for any amount of time before silencing it.
Thursday night, I asked him to shut it off while we were still downtown. Thought he had, until it woke me up Friday-  from downstairs. I swore, went down,  grabbed it, and dropped  it on his head. (An old move, to which he responds by removing it without flinching and snuggling it to his chest,  often without disabling it.)
Saturday, I tried a new tack. I drummed out the rhythm on his side. It went off six times before he retrieved it- (wow! again) but only because he was up to go to the bathroom.
Sunday it was off. Hallelujah!
Last night he didn't stay over.
Let's see what tomorrow morning brings.


 I might have to shove it up his ass. Yup, mild mannered pacifist that I am, I am beginning to think drastic measures are necessary. I realise this is a pet peeve, but as he relies on me to get him up most days, I don't understand why he has it set. He could at least set it for a time which reflects his actual schedule. 
Few  of our annoying habits have logic behind them. I know I have my own. But, he doesn't even like this phone. I promise I'll lube it up first- I'm not that mean.