My step dad, when I was a teenager, used to come into my room and force me out of bed, declaring me to be a lazy ne'er do well, on account of it being 11am and I was still asleep. I thought this grossly unfair, especially considering that I worked a graveyard shift at a gas station and often wasn't even in until 7am. But even when I wasn't working late, I rarely went to bed before 5am. He'd just declare all the stuff he'd done whilst I was sleeping and tell me what a crime it was to waste so much of the day 'lazing'.
I got so annoyed about it that one day, at about 3am, I went into HIS room, crashed in, switched on the lights, banged a pot next to his head (as he did to me) and told him to get the fuck up, the lazy bastard. He'd protest angrily that it was 3am just as I protested, but I was unsympathetic and said "So? I've just cooked my dinner, ironed my shirts for the week and cleaned the whole kitchen. I've got a shift at the gas station to work yet!"
I had to run to avoid the violence... haha... but I think I made my point. He still grouched occasionally about me being 'lazy', but he never woke me up again.