Sentences with phrase «be in bed sleeping»

It's what you get for posting from an iPod and when you should be in bed sleeping.

Not exact matches

Sometimes it's lying in bed at night before I go to sleep, and I just say thank you to whatever, whoever is out there,» she said.

When we pursue real understanding, we can progress beyond knowledge about an issue like child hunger or poverty to being moved to address the core issues that result in so many children not having a home or bed or even a toy to call their own, who wake up or go to sleep hungry, insecure or fearing for their own safety.

That was fine most nights, but last Friday it took me 36 minutes because I was out late and spent a while checking social media in bed instead of trying to actually sleep.

In a paper published in the journal Scientific Reports, Hang's team noted that human babies and toddlers are at greater risk because they come into contact with contaminated surfaces while crawling on carpets and sleeping on smoke - infused beddinIn a paper published in the journal Scientific Reports, Hang's team noted that human babies and toddlers are at greater risk because they come into contact with contaminated surfaces while crawling on carpets and sleeping on smoke - infused beddinin the journal Scientific Reports, Hang's team noted that human babies and toddlers are at greater risk because they come into contact with contaminated surfaces while crawling on carpets and sleeping on smoke - infused bedding.

It can if you want it to, but I'm here to tell you there are some options if you like eating at home and sleeping in your own bed at night.

According to a review from Sleepopolis, the Sapira mattress is perfect for couples who have totally different sleeping positions, those who don't have a single preferred position, and anyone who moves a lot in bed.

If you arrive somewhere first thing in the morning, don't sleep until it's time to go to bed that night.

(When you find yourself making comparisons between your work spouse and the spouse who sleeps in your bed, it's never a good sign.)

When I'm in a meeting, watching a film, or laying in bed before I go to sleep, I always visualize making those plays.

I'm in bed by 11:30 but don't really sleep until 1.

Another company seeing opportunity in the demographic change is medical equipment supplier Samaphan Health, which with Taiwan's Apex Medical Corp. sells mattresses to prevent bed sores as well as respiratory products to aid sleep.

Eckerd separately acknowledged last year that 43 children were forced to sleep in offices and other unlicensed locations because Eckerd had run out of foster beds — after initially telling Tallahassee media that 17 youth were sleeping in the offices.

Describing the «out - of - body experience» of briefing the president on the Steele Dossier, which contained an allegation that Trump was filmed watching Russian prostitutes pee on a bed that the Obamas had slept in, Comey told interviewer George Stephanopoulos, «He interrupted defensively and said.

The babies who used to sleep in our beds are nearly nine and nearly seven and four.

But, in my experience, sometimes the best way to keep communication healthy and open is to go to bed angry and then talk about it the next morning when you've had enough sleep to know that leaving the milk out in the car probably wasn't a veiled act of aggression meant to symbolize every problem in the relationship, but rather just the sort of mistake anyone would make while distracted by a fascinating story on NPR.

If you've been in a bad marriage you'd know that you could sleep in the same bed but be complete strangers.

I know that because I slept with a small baby boy up against my body for what felt like forever and now he's almost the length of a twin bed with a sign posted on his door to «PLEASE KNOCK THERE IS A STAR WARS BOY IN HERE BEWARE.»

But the equestrian queen wears riding breeches a lot, those kisses are sisterly, and, although — disguised as a man — she does sleep in the same bed with the unwitting diplomat, it's hardly what you'd call a sex scene: not now, not then.

She sings, «You forfeit your place in my heart, / You forfeit your place in our bed, / You'll sleep in your office instead, / With only the memories of when you were mine.»

Although the translation is strictly accurate, it does not succeed — as does the term «restless» — in evoking the physical discomfort of the insomniac fretfully tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

I was in the bedroom by myself, laying on the bed trying to go to sleep when I felt a strong pressure on the side of my body.

i've never seen her head spin, but i'm sure it does in the dark at the foot of our bed when we are sleeping.

Your girlfriend is not in bed sleeping.

STONER»S PRAYER Now I pass out into sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Grant no other stoner take My weed and bong before I wake Keep me safely in thy sight And grant no crackhead's thrill tonight And in the morning let me awake Breathing scents of wake «n bake God protect me in my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymoin thy sight And grant no crackhead's thrill tonight And in the morning let me awake Breathing scents of wake «n bake God protect me in my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymoin the morning let me awake Breathing scents of wake «n bake God protect me in my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymoin my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - AnonymoIn a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymous

According to most research, more than 50 percent of people who say «I do» will not be sleeping in the same bed eight years from now.

It's telling folks that eating spi «ces or chocolate or sleeping in a warm bed is evil.

Matthew seems to play down the miracle; Jesus merely says that the girl is not dead but sleeping; he goes in, and the girl rises from her bed.

I was dozing off to sleep last night in my bed when this image popped...

A few years later we were sleeping on top of each other in a bunk bed on a tour bus.

I sleep on the couch as she said us being in the same bed was distracting to her fixing herself.

The tinies we've made are sleeping in their beds, worn out by growing up.

When I was coming back to our bedroom I saw myself sleeping in my bed before my astral body entered my material body.

It is really cold where we live, and I've brought him clothes and cat food and blankets, but I still can't sleep at night in my warm bed while I think of him out in the 20 degree weather, sometimes in rain and snow.

Now the babies don't sleep with us anymore, it's just us in the bed again, and there are holes in that faded old duvet cover.

Children would be made to sleep in soiled sheets for two or three nights as a punishment for bed - wetting, she said, and when they went on an annual holiday to Ayrshire, they would end up badly burnt and blistered from the sun.

I look at them in their beds and it's like they're every age they ever were, all at once, still the babies I watched sleep for hours, just to make sure they were still breathing.

I pray for an appetite to eat good food and I pray you'll go to bed on time and sleep well, I pray you'll be good to your own self in the midst of all this.

Last night, at 3:30, we were laying together in bed, Brian snoring beside us and, in her sleep, her mouth found me and I was nourishing her body and soul in that half - space between dreams and awake.

And I also know that by 2:42 a.m. when all has been restored and babies are sleeping again and the window is cracked open for a bit of fresh air, when we are back in our bed and quietly groaning at how over-the-puking-thing we both are by now, it's then, when he reaches out for me and moves the hair back off my neck before resting his calloused hands on the baby still growing within me, when the baby rolls up against his palm, and he whispers, «hey, you» quietly, it's in that moment that I think the love we make or find or reimagine at the unexpected moments is still the sweetest.

He volunteered to sleep in Muhammad's bed so the assassins would think that Muhammad was there and when they attacked Ali would be killed and Muhammad would have time to reach Medina.

The parables disclose with what pleasure and tolerance he surveyed the broad scene of human activity: the merchant seeking pearls; the farmer sowing his fields; the real - estate man trying to buy a piece of land in which he had secret reason to believe a treasure lay buried; the dishonest secretary, who had been given notice, making friends against the evil day among his employer's debtors by reducing their obligations; the five young women sleeping with lamps burning while the bridegroom tarried and unable to attend the marriage because their sisters who had had foresight enough to bring additional oil refused to lend them any; the rich man whose guests for dinner all made excuses; the man comfortably in bed with his children who gets up at midnight to help his importunate neighbor only because he despairs of getting rid of him otherwise; the king who is out to capture a city; the man who built his house upon the sand and lost it in the first storm of wind and rain; the queer employer who pays all of his men the same wage whether they have worked the whole day or a single hour; the great lord who going to a distant land entrusts his property to his three servants and judges them by the success of their investments when he returns; the shepherd whose sheep falls into a ditch; the woman with ten pieces of silver who, losing one, lights the candle and sweeps diligently till she finds it, and makes the finding of it the occasion of a celebration in which all of her neighbors are invited to share — and how long such a list might be!

That bed you sleep in with your wife when she's menstruating?

I had originally emptied out a large suitcase and turned it into a makeshift Moses basket for him [Brown Owl would have been proud] but I got so many comments and Lady Bracknell impersonations [yes that's right, I put my baby to sleep in a suitcase and pushed a copy of my racy novel around in his pram] that I abandoned the plan and brought him into bed with me instead.

Now the tinies are sleeping in their beds, under the quilts my mother - in - law made for them, and he's downstairs watching the news, I'm upstairs, reading, our nightly rituals.

The closing scene is a different Mother awakening in bed, after a refreshing sleep on soft sheets, the world apparently purged of humanity and ready to start the whole cycle over again.

Oh well, looking on the bright side, we were apparently sleeping in a bed that was once occupied by Father Holloway.

I had to adjust to the food and to the way of life in an Indian student hostel — although almost at once I was taken out to buy a bed as it was assumed that unlike my fellow students a «white man» could not sleep on the floor!

We didn't have beds for them; they just slept on the couch and in the kitchen, saying, «We're not leaving you alone.»

Mrs. Card knew where her husband had been all night — because he'd been with her — and it turns out that the caller had slept with a man who claimed to be the famous novelist in order to get her into bed.