Sentences with phrase «get into bed in»

If I don't plan, one of two things will happen; either I will come home tired and eat crackers straight from the box for dinner, or I will come home tired and get into bed in all of my bike gear and not eat dinner at all.

We got home a bit after 7:30 pm and I told my husband to go take a shower with Anna so we could get her into bed in case this did end up being the real deal.

Get into bed in something comfy with socks.

For example, I don't think anyone envisaged Tony Blair getting into bed in such a huge way with George Bush during the Iraq war.

Not exact matches

For instance, to get a perfect score in the «time to sleep» category I needed to fall asleep within 20 minutes of getting into bed.

In a disoriented daze, Holley got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and grabbed a Q - Tip.

It detailed when I got into bed, actually went to sleep, my average heart rate, what type of sleep (light, REM, deep) I had gotten throughout the night, how long I slept, and how long it took me to get out of bed in the morning.

Telling quote: «I think what we made the mistake of doing early on was taking every opportunity alone to talk about the business, at dinner, driving the car, you know at home brushing your teeth, as you're getting into bed, as you're waking up, and I think we made a conscious effort to not do that because I think it was just, you know, it would burn us out,» Kate told CNN in 2002.

Banks relies on his iPhone to stay in the loop on the road and in the office, but he designates just a few times of day to respond to messages: first thing when he gets into the office, mid-afternoon and for 30 to 60 minutes before he goes to bed.

10 p.m. — Eat sliced mango, meal prep, shower, ~ treat myself ~ with a face mask, put my hair into braids so that it's wavy in the morning, and get in bed by 11.

The unwritten rule of dating in the US is that people (particularly women) who get into bed with someone «too early» are presumed easy and might ruin their chances of a serious relationship.

But with the dramatic discontinuities going on in the world today, more and more large corporations are getting into bed with narcissists.

for the way you look in the mirror when you get out of bed first thing or when you crawl into bed at the end of everything ---

That night, we laid on the floor in our bedroom, we couldn't even manage to get into the bed or onto the couch.

The theme of «satanic verses,» which Rushdie first develops with Gibreel insinuating his own ideas into the mind of prophet Mahound, now blossoms as poisoned ivy under Gibreel's feet: «Violets are blue, roses are red / I'll get her right in my bed,» the reference being to Allie Cone, Gibreel's English paramour.

And what of the purpose and meaning all of us need in our lives to help us get out of bed in the morning and not descend into misery?

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.

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!

Oh the insane things that pop into my head in the middle of the night and make me get up from my warm bed and leave my wife to scrawl in pencil on a blank sheet of paper in the pitch blackness the silliest images that seem to perplex and plague me just so I can hopefully bring a smile to your face and maybe occasionally make us think a little bit world without end.

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.

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.

On it picture yourself looking in a mirror... Now picture yourself getting into bed and going to sleep... Now you are getting up and walking to the mirror.

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.

This week I need to get more seeds into the garden and finish weeding and prepping the beds for the seedlings (tomatoes, peppers, etc) that will be going into the garden in a couple of weeks.

Every once in awhile if I didn't wait the few minutes to let it absorb into my skin before I crawl into bed, I will get an «oily» mark on my sheets.

The seeds must be sown in a bed of hot horse dung, as musk melons are, and moved into a pot when [the plant] has gotten three or four leaves, that it may be carried from place to place more conveniently to receive the the heat of the sun; and in autumn carried into some house to avoid the injury of cold nights at that time of year when it is to bear fruit.

the trick to getting the fudge to set firmly so you can cut it into squares is to buy a candy thermometer (sold at bed bath and beyond) and place it in your pot while boiling.

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.

Jermaine featured in it twice — first sitting on the sofa and then again as he prepared to get into bed.

A sick husband in a hospital bed getting Mitomycin, Cisplatin and Velban dripped into him.

In his defence, many players arriving in the Premier League require a season to bed in before improving the second year, and the hope will be, provided that Janssen does get a second year, that he grows into his role and becomes an important figure for the cluIn his defence, many players arriving in the Premier League require a season to bed in before improving the second year, and the hope will be, provided that Janssen does get a second year, that he grows into his role and becomes an important figure for the cluin the Premier League require a season to bed in before improving the second year, and the hope will be, provided that Janssen does get a second year, that he grows into his role and becomes an important figure for the cluin before improving the second year, and the hope will be, provided that Janssen does get a second year, that he grows into his role and becomes an important figure for the club.

They did this by investing in their youth team and savvy transfers for young promising players that got bedded into the team.

Spurs have followed this model and look a them, they're challenging for the title, playing Champions League football, playing well in the domestic cups, and have a thriving youth system that is producing players that get bed into their first team.

Getting into and out of bed was nearly impossible for the first few days â $ «even in the hospital.

They give me long hot bath in one of those Victorian bathtubs as in My Fair Lady when Liza gets scrubbed, tuck me into bed at 10 PM and kiss me on my forehead!

Babypixie wouldn't settle, so hubby brought her into our bed, now 10 months & a giant futon bed later, we're getting as much sleep as we can (still plenty of night feeds) and hubby can sleep though the night, except for the occasional kick in the face from herself (why do they always sleep sideways??)

This has been another delightfully busy week in the garden, getting so many more beds ready and so much into the ground.

As Ezra and I laid in bed together and rolled into our second hour of «chit - chat», I was hit with the thought that this parenting gig - it just keeps getting better.

In my home, «sleep training» meant that as soon as we were tired, we all got into bed together, turned off the lights and fell asleep.

That means I have to get right into bed after nursing in order to try to get my 8 hours of sleep before my milk supply wakes me up:) Thanks!

If you go into this equipped with the understanding that your easy to put to bed twins might all of the sudden start coming up with a litany of reasons that prevent them from getting in and staying in bed, you're going to be in a better place.

Attachment Parenting International (API), in consultation with many experts in the area of infant sleep, has this information in the form of an Infant Sleep Safety Guidelines brochure and wants to get it into the hands of parents everywhere to ensure that all babies can be safe during sleep, at night and at naptime, regardless of whether you share sleep in the same bed, use a cosleeping bassinet, or use a crib.

At night, the crib got wheeled into the hallway so they could sleep in their bed.

Maybe you've gotten into the habit of letting him sleep in a swing, or worse, sharing your bed.

But all of that got resolved and the three of them were happily tucked into bed together by later in the evening.

When my husband comes home, he plops down in front of the TV for the rest of the evening and I bring him his supper; I am on my feet from the time I get home from work until I collapse into bed (often around midnight.)

The children would watch TV for half an hour in their pyjamas then would get into little beds to fall asleep during a movie.

In the deep of the night, love is a six - year - old stumbling sleepily into our room and settling onto the always - available pallet beside our bed or a teenager, woken by the 4 am thumping and bumping of their father getting ready in the dark to head out for work, slipping into my room with a quiet, «Mom, are you awakIn the deep of the night, love is a six - year - old stumbling sleepily into our room and settling onto the always - available pallet beside our bed or a teenager, woken by the 4 am thumping and bumping of their father getting ready in the dark to head out for work, slipping into my room with a quiet, «Mom, are you awakin the dark to head out for work, slipping into my room with a quiet, «Mom, are you awake?

Baby gets in her sleep sack with a paci, toddler picks his books and we all climb into his big boy bed to read in a dimly lit room.

So I have to get up at 4 am to get hopefully 2 hours in, try to squeeze some more work into nap time, and then finish up after she goes to bed.