Not exact matches
«It's
much more important for them to know who in their band
hates whom, who is
sleeping with whom, who is honest and who is a cheat.»
How could you even
sleep peaceful with that
much hate in your heart
«One thing I know,» one of you might say (sounding like the Samaritan woman in John 4), is that when I was going through my divorce I hurt so
much I couldn't
sleep or eat, and I was so filled with
hate I couldn't think, but somehow I got through it, and I've come to recognize that the somehow was Jesus.»
(Why on earth does it matter that he has a pink
sleep sack???) When I was a kid, I played with cars and tool boxes,
hated dresses and anything pink, and loved running around outside and getting dirty... and that was pretty
much ok.
She's never been
much of a napper, and
hates sleeping in her crib.
However, I understand a bit about «my daughter
hates me»... every so often she screams at my breast... really annoying when at the mall... she wants to eat, burp, poop,
sleep, etc all at the samme time, and there is only so
much a new mom can do!
A baby who wakes every hour might
hate going to
sleep because there is so
much to see and do in this big world.
Also, my husband
hates to hear the kids cry, so he will too often cave and go into the room so that the younger doesn't disrupt our older son's
sleep or throw up (even when not sick) just because he's worked himself up so
much.
Many of us have a love
hate relationship with
sleep — making the time for it, honoring it, needing it, losing it, wanting it, partaking too
much.
As
much as I
hated sleeping on the floor, imagine how I felt knowing I had to shower in here.