Sentences with phrase «bed every day at»

When your baby sleeps during a day, eats, plays, goes to bed every day at the same time, it will be much easier for him to fall asleep.

This video shows a homeless Pit Bull named Rush making his bed every day at an animal shelter, as he waits to be adopted by a loving family... and it is guaranteed to hit you right in the feels.

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Start every day making your bed, McRaven advised, which was the first task of the day at SEAL training.

Giving employees a day at home allows them to better integrate their home and work lives — for example, they might be able to put their young children to bed due to the lack of an evening commute — and will make them grateful.

I write in a journal all day, right after I get up in the morning and have coffee, at night before bed, and during meetings and at conferences.

You've likely heard you should go to bed and get up at the same time every day to help optimize your sleep.

«I'm lucky that my husband has a flexible schedule — one we've shifted to accommodate his love for the early morning hours and my preference to stay in bed... Even if I'm not putting my work at the center of this time, starting out with quiet time always pays dividends later in the day.»

People who travel on Valentine's Day are far more likely (40 percent) to book a room at a hotel or resort, rather than a bed and breakfast or vacation rental (sorry Airbnb!).

But whether you get out of bed at 5 a.m. or 3 p.m., it's the first 20 minutes of your day that can set you up for success.

Attempt to get at least 7 hours of sleep per night with the goal of going to bed and getting up at the same time each day.

Most importantly, though, making your bed in the morning and getting between the sheets at night becomes a special ritual to bookend your day.»

But there are moments at the beginning and at the end of the day or on the weekend when you can do some jobs from bed.

You can either stumble out of bed and rush at the Keurig like your life depends on it, or you can take this time to prepare for a productive, less stressful day.

They'll help them get dressed, tie their shoelaces, make their beds, tidy up their toys at the end of the day, and give them a bit too much help with their homework.

There have been so many nights I went to bed at 3 A.M. after a full day of work.

«I had a stepdaughter at the time who was so hooked on her telephone that I had to — we had to — argue every day, whether it was at dinner or going to bed, that she had to put her phone away,» said Peter Neby, founder of Punkt, one of the start - ups in the dumbphone market.

In another case at the Villa, a resident awoke one day last October to find her bed soaked in urine, after staff failed to wake her for a bathroom visit.The Villa is owned by Retirement Concepts, a privately - held Vancouver - based company.

Try going to bed and waking up at the same time every day.

She supplements her Social Security income by running 10 - day sales events at Costco, where she sells clothing, shoes and bedding for marketing companies, and by acting as an extra in Baltimore - filmed television shows and movies.

Hurricane Irma knocked out a transformer that powered the central air conditioning at the 152 - bed facility on Sept. 10, leaving residents for days to cope in suffocating heat.

It had been a long day at work, and all she wanted was to put on her pajamas and curl up in bed with the covers over her head.

Every day, I see that birdhouse out of my kitchen window, I see it when I go to bed at night, a small white and blue birdhouse, in the middle of a forest, empty and beautiful, our own road to nowhere, the birdhouse without birds in a forest behind our fence, public land.

As I entered his room, he had smiled at me from his bed and said, «Ah, Bill, I heard a speech of yours the other day on the radio.

There is no better time than at the end of a hard day, when otherwise one may go to bed to think of one's troubles and toss all night in restless agitation.

One day, helping my mother put a clean bedspread on the bed, tucking the pillows into place, I looked across at her and said, «Mom,...

«At the end of the day, when Ann and I are getting ready for bed, we're talking about the day's events, we remind ourselves about what matters most to us,» Romney said.

One day, helping my mother put a clean bedspread on the bed, tucking the pillows into place, I looked across at her and said, «Mom, I am going to be a preacher.»

/ See yourself doing this relaxation - mental imagery exercise three times a day for five to fifteen minutes — in the morning on rising, at noon after lunch, and at night before going to bed — staying awake and alert as you do it.

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!

I prayed every day while cleaning house, driving in the car, laying in bed at night and god heard my prayer.

Instead of going home and dreading work the next day, I go to bed at night, my brain buzzing, and can't wait to get back to the office.

Some of the stories make Charles Dickens look positively cheerful: there is Henry Willis, who at six months was discovered «in a hole in a bed, where he had been for four days, his skin peeling from his body because no one had turned him over»; Tom Stevens, whose fundamentalist caregiver rubbed feces in his face and gave him «nightly baths of garlic and vinegar, followed by an enema»; William Hance, who at ten watched as his seven - year - old sister was raped in the bed they shared.

Frequently reported patterns were going to bed at night with a bottle and sipping at home during the day.»

We have always tried to make sure prayer is at the centre of our children's day with grace and prayers before bed.

My family would all join us for a big beach picnic at the end of the day and we'd go to bed full, tired and sun kissed.

We wake up and assume we will go to bed at the end of the day.

You've gotten through two days of early alarms, sleepy cups of coffee, wobbling ankles in heels at 6:30 am (me every morning), and early work calls that just make you want to crawl back into bed with the covers over your head.

At the time, I was coming home from work to an always empty house, laying on the floor for an hour to re-calibrate from my day, working myself into a 30 minute or so run, and then reading a couple food blogs over dinner (usually a sweet potato, roasted during that run, with black beans, salsa, and a pile of greens), working another couple hours just to survive the next school day, and falling into bed into a deep and dreamless sleep before my alarm clock wrenched me out and up and into another day that was much the same.

You know the days when you kiddoes have just had a really rather fun sleepover, along with babyccinos and marshmallows, lollipos and crisps, popcorn and movies, and much much more that meant they went to bed at 12 am.

I do this before going to bed at night but do whatever time of day works for you.

I composed lines of this post in my head as I went to bed last night, which was clearly productive (sarcasm) as I remember none of them and is most definitely a bad way to lull yourself to sleep because I woke from a stress nightmare at 4 am in which I was under deadline to read two novels and write three 15 - page papers by today, all while attending a full day of classes.

I like to fill my days with work and nights with fun and fall into bed exhausted at the end of the week, drifting to sleep instantly.

Even with cost and time - effective solutions for cooking, at the end of the day too many Americans go to bed hungry.

Paul commented also when we were heading up to bed after the long day, that the only money we spent besides gas a tolls was a quick stop to get sodas for the ride home (no one had diet soda at their house lol).

But, at the end of the day, when they come to hug you, when you see them sound asleep in their beds, your heart melts and you realize the blessings and the joy they bring.

I feel sleepy and slow on the rainy days where I gaze from my bedroom window at muddy puddles surrounding garden beds.

Among the delights of a getaway to the Viceroy Riviera Maya are refined Mexican cuisine accented with international influences at La Marea, Mexican - Mediterranean dishes cooked on wood - burning grills at the seaside Coral Grill, a palm - ringed lagoon pool, fitness center, day beds at the beach, and a pier where guests enjoy massages, romantic dinners and are conveniently picked up by boat for snorkeling, diving and other excursions.

I go to bed hungry, but at least day one is over.

CC didn't weepwhen he heard the news, maybe because he'd already seen his parents at peace.CC had given Corky a car and an apartment in Vallejo and had been willing topay for hospice care for the final months, but Margie wouldn't hear of it: Three times a day she'd stop by Corky's place and change his bedding, make surehe took his painkillers and medications, keep him company as he lay dying.

The next day, the last day of practice rounds, he got up at 4 a.m., drove to Springfield, got in a practice round and then fell into bed, exhausted.