Sentences with phrase «by bed time»

On a normal day with what we would class as regular use, the V8's battery life was around the 30 per cent mark by bed time.

We are struggling to get him to nap longer so he is not exhausted by bed time.

I reapplied in the morning and both were completely cleared by bed time.

(lol) and usually by bed time, my toddler starts to get a little hungry again.

Not exact matches

Keep backup journals in the bathroom, by your bed, inside the bags you carry most often, in your car, at your office and anywhere else you spend a significant amount of time.

I'm asleep by the time the Raptors games start, and when there's an election, I go to bed before the results are announced.

Knutson and von Schultz offer night owls tips to help them to fit in better with a world dominated by larks, such as gradually inching their sleep times earlier and avoiding screens before bed.

«I was just lying on the bed thinking and came up with all this bizarre imagery... I think also the idea that because I was in a foreign city by myself and I felt very dissociated from humanity in general, it was very easy to project myself into these two characters from the future who were out of sync, out of time, out of place.»

By 8:30 a.m. (the time I usually ended up rolling out of bed), I had read several chapters of a good business book, listened to part of a podcast, spent time in prayer, done some P90X Yoga, and worked on a side - project that I'd been «too busy» to work on for years.

Analytica say this feature alone could save Hospitals thousands of dollars in lost nurse time by avoiding the need for multiple return visits to a patient's bed to check if the medicine has passed through the drip before turning it back on again.

By the time he lumbers out of bed — 6 a.m. — Twitter co-founder Jack Dorsey and General Electric CEO Jeff Immelt have already been up for half an hour.

By taking time to work out, spend time with your family and making sure you do not burn out, you will start to notice that sometimes you solve your toughest problems on that morning run, or while lying in bed with your 2 - year - old as she falls asleep at night.

Or cajole yourself out of bed by telling yourself you only have to work out for 10 minutes — odds are good by the time the 10 minutes are up, you'll be awake enough to finish your workout.

Under new rules just introduced by the Obama administration, companies contracting with the federal government are now obliged to allow both full and part - time workers to accrue paid leave which they can use for anything from preventative doctor's visits, to staying in bed and sipping chicken soup, to caring for an ill family member.

By focusing on just the three things will make the day great, you give yourself a much higher chance of feeling accomplished by the time you go to beBy focusing on just the three things will make the day great, you give yourself a much higher chance of feeling accomplished by the time you go to beby the time you go to bed.

THE transformation of the former over-the-river Oyster Beds into the Red Herring has been a metamorphosis masterminded by long - time hospitality industry player Ivan Rutherford.

As someone who views linkbuilding in a somewhat different light — and as someone who was considered by only his parents as «cool» — I think it's time to put that analogy to bed.

Bottom line: Google builds an insecure messaging system controlled by carriers who are in bed with governments everywhere at exactly the time when world publics are more worried about data collection and theft than ever.

The moral of the story is to always execute love 100 % over a lifetime and never have regrets by the time youre on your death bed.

Hugh was struggling to support his growing family... And there was I, absolutely stuck in bucology, with the washing machine freezing at least once a week, the kitchen never above 55 degrees when the wind blew from the northwest, not able to write until after my little ones were in bed, by which time I was so tired that I often quite literally fell asleep with my head on the typewriter.»

These authors understood, as John Bunyan put it in «Saved By Grace,» that «sick - bed temptations are oft - times the most violent, because then the devil plays his last game with us.»

The very appetite proceeding from labor and peace of mind is gone: we eat just enough to keep us alive: our sleep is disturbed by the most frightful dreams; sometimes I start awake, as if the great hour of danger was come; at other times the howling of our dogs seems to announce the arrival of the enemy: we leap out of bed and run to arms; my poor wife with panting bosom and silent tears takes leave of me, as if we were to see each other no more; she snatches the youngest children from their beds, who, suddenly awakened, increase with their innocent questions the horror of the dreadful moment.

The next time you lie in a hospital bed, remember that clean linen was a practice pioneered by the Knights of Malta.

All my life I have taken care of myself, and it isn't a bed of roses to have to lie here like a baby and be waited on by people who grumble at you all the time they are doing it.

He may find himself, on home evenings, so exhausted by the time the children are in bed that he can do nothing but flop in front of the television set.

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... - Anonymous

I still kept a round of duties, and would not suffer myself to run into any open vices, and so got along very well in time of health and prosperity, but when I was distressed or threatened by sickness, death, or heavy storms of thunder, my religion would not do, and I found there was something wanting, and would begin to repent my going so much to frolics, but when the distress was over, the devil and my own wicked heart, with the solicitations of my associates, and my fondness for young company, were such strong allurements, I would again give way, and thus I got to be very wild and rude, at the same time kept up my rounds of secret prayer and reading; but God, not willing I should destroy myself, still followed me with his calls, and moved with such power upon my conscience, that I could not satisfy myself with my diversions, and in the midst of my mirth sometimes would have such a sense of my lost and undone condition, that I would wish myself from the company, and after it was over, when I went home, would make many promises that I would attend no more on these frolics, and would beg forgiveness for hours and hours; but when I came to have the temptation again, I would give way: no sooner would I hear the music and drink a glass of wine, but I would find my mind elevated and soon proceed to any sort of merriment or diversion, that I thought was not debauched or openly vicious; but when I returned from my carnal mirth I felt as guilty as ever, and could sometimes not close my eyes for some hours after I had gone to my bed.

I have thus diagnosed myself with allergy - induced conjunctivitis brought on by the Memorial Day cleaning spree in which I vacuumed under our bed for the first time since August of 2008 (according to the church bulletin I found there)... that, or eye and / or lung and / or bladder cancer — WebMd offers lots of options.]

Both begin their series unattached and find a partner in time: After a long courtship, Ramotswe marries the splendidly dependable mechanic Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni (always referred to by his full name); Isabel takes to her bed the handsome, gentle young bassoonist Jamie, twenty - eight to her forty - two, once enamored of» and rejected by» her niece Cat.

We may have felt vaguely sullen by the time we went to bed, but we had not depended on anyone or inconvenienced anyone.

I was also beaten by random girls for no reason, put into a dumpster, tied up in an abandoned rv by some sick teens who thought that was funny, almost raped by a man while walking down the street at the age of 17 but because I screamed he only made me jack him off (at knife point), almost raped at a friend of a friend's house when we just dropped in for a minute, was impovershed growing up, even to the point where we didn't have power in the middle of winter, had to sleep all in the same bed to stay warm and used our pantry as a refrigerator, lived (and I mean LIVED) with roaches for years no matter where we moved to, was a child during the time when we had our own civil rights movement here and went through a few horrible experiences at the time.

By holding these suggestions through the evening I went to bed and fell asleep, saying: «I am soul, spirit, just one with God's Thought of me,» and slept all night without waking, for the first time in several years [the distress - turns had usually recurred about two o'clock in the night].

The days fly by, and I'm always caught by surprise when the night falls and it's time for bed.

By the time dinner rolls around I am ready to eat and start getting ready for bed and I am just not in the mood for some long drawn out cooking process.

By the time I rub the sleep out of my eyes and roll out of bed on the weekends, my parents already ran (Mom) or hiked (Dad) 6 miles of hills, drank a chai latte (Mom) or black coffee (Dad), drove to Target (Mom) or Home Depot (Dad), typed out 20 + work emails (both), and showered (both).

So, as Ben comes to bed much later than me, I've set him the task of putting the oats in the slow cooker before he comes to bed with the hope that they will be delicious and ready by the time I get up for work.

I have a hard enough time getting out of bed at 5:15 am and then am greeted by a dog extremely needy for attention, kids to get ready for school, email to respond to, social media to monitor and loads of other things — like dishes and laundry!

By the time Eden is calling me out of bed I feel this immediate need to simultaneously make my coffee, feed and dress Eden, walk the dog, feed the cats, and clean the kitchen.

I thought about boiling bagels for my blog today, but by the time all my errands were done, it was almost time for bed!

I know I had planned on eating steak for dinner last night, but it was nearly 10:30 by the time I ate, and I just didn't feel like anything heavy sitting in my stomach before going to bed.

We walked through the docks, found a section of seawall beside this big, bright bed of cosmos, and spent an hour or so looking out into the bay watching the ducks, kayaks and sailboats cruise by and thinking why don't we do this ALL THE TIME!?

When we were first married, I got up at 5:30 in the morning to get to work on time and was usually napping by 4 pm, while Carl rolled out of bed around 8:00 to head to classes at university, and then was busy till at least 11:00 at night, so we didn't see a whole -LSB-...]

I've found that if I start the oats cooking right when I get up, then by the time I take a shower and the kids are out of bed, all I have to do is add in some flavoring and breakfast is ready.

I am waking up so early lately, 6.30 am even on my days off, I like just waking up naturally with the light coming into the room, and I guess as I tend to be in bed by 10.30 - 11ish, this is a pretty good time for me to be waking anyway.

By the time I rolled out of bed on Saturday, hardly feeling like I'd even made a dent in the exhaustion that built up all week, I decided I need to reevaluate our weekday routines.

The idea here is that, in an effort to fight the Sunday Blues, you convince your friends to come to you with the promise of food — and at an early enough time so you can get many long, lazy, tipsy hours of hanging - out in and still be in bed by 10:30 p.m..

So I'm a very well moisturized lady by the time I get to bed.

By the time Jensen wakes up, the oven will be nearly 800 degrees and just a bed of coals will be left.

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.

I have every reason to believe that by the time Sanchez beds into this team, he will be as lethal and menacing as Aguero and Costa.