Do yourself and your marriage a favor and develop the habit
of going to bed at the same time.
The habit process has also helped me establish the routine
of going to bed at 10 pm every night (with exceptions), wake up at 6 am every morning (no exceptions), not use any electronics after 8 pm, and begin to learn French.
Make a point
of going to bed at a set time and waking up at a set time in the morning.
For example, the longer you wait to get your children into the habit
of going to bed at a set bedtime, the harder the time your children will have getting up for school in the morning.
And let's not even mention the all of a sudden battles
of going to bed at night.
Not exact matches
But after she
went to bed, Snyder figured it out: «I woke up in the middle
of the night thinking what that error was... I came in, made a special trip on the early train that morning
to look
at a certain wire.»
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.
First and foremost, stop looking
at screens within an hour
of going to bed.
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.
A lot
of cryptocurrency investors
went to bed last night feeling pretty good, as bitcoin rose as high as $ 9,700 on
at least one exchange.
What
of those who get saved on their death
bed, or
at the scene
of a car accident and then die... do they not get
to go to Heaven?
But when she
went to bed at night, Sparks felt an absence
of purpose: «My parents taught me
to leave things better than I found them,» she remembers.
«I might get thousands
of compliments while I am here in Europe on this tour and I will be in front
of large crowds
of people and they will clap and cheer and adore me, but when I
go to bed at night, I give it back
to God.»
It was probably via a midnight rabbit trail sort
of web surfing and I probably saw something I like and then in my attempt
to not forget about it yet still fall asleep
at a reasonable hour I signed up, signed off, and
went to bed.
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.
The kingdom
of God is like this: A man scattered seed on the land; he
goes to bed at night and gets up in the morning, and the seed sprouts and grows — how, he does not know.
My quest for biblical womanhood led me
to these stories late
at night, long after Dan had
gone to sleep, and I conducted my nightly research by his side in
bed, stacks
of Bibles and commentaries and legal pads threatening
to swallow him should he roll over.
If you know you only have two hours
of time
to write after the kids
go to bed or while your dad is
at his physio appointment or thirty minutes on your lunch break (been there for all
of those), you can't use that time
to do all the other stuff like finally completing a will like you've always meant
to do or you can spend it doing quizzes on Buzzfeed.
Ezekiel 17: 22 - 23, Mark 4: 26 - 29: The kingdom
of God is like this: A man scattered seed on the land; he
goes to bed at night and gets up in the morning, and the seed sprouts and grows — how, he does not know.
When,
at sixteen, I ceased
to go to Mass, the family chid me with laziness, an unwillingness
to get out
of bed.
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.
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.
There are undoubtedly many thousands
of children in the U.S. who
go to bed hungry
at night.
This is the beginning
of almost continuous involvement with TV
of at least some family members until they
go to bed.
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.
In India, for example, the average life expectancy is 301/2 years, compared
to 681/2 years in the United States; the average annual income is less than $ 40, compared
to $ 1,469 in the U.S. Energy utilized annually per capita, which is a rough index
of living standard, is in some countries equivalent
to.02 tons
of coal, compared
to 8 tons, or 400 times as much, in the U.S.. Two thirds
of the world usually
goes to bed hungry
at night.
Once the kid (or kids)
go to bed, you've got a house
to yourself, a selection
of movies
at your disposal and, who knows, maybe a pantry or wine fridge that you've been given permission
to help yourself
to.
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!
5Which
of you who has a friend will
go to him
at midnight and say
to him, «Friend, lend me three loaves; 6for a friend
of mine has arrived on a long journey, and I have nothing
to set before him»; 7and he will answer from within, «Do not bother me; the door is now shut, and my children are with me in
bed; I can not get up and give you anything».
i think people need
to sit down and read the bible it is in there and we all have a right
to preach and say what we will but god is the only judgeing person in the usa and i feel that we all need
to look
at what we have done instead
of trying
to bring the pastor
of this church down and this pastor has the right
to preach on what he believes and what it says in the bible i am
going to follow what the bible says and in the bible it says that god says that no man and man should be in the
bed togather or should no woman or woman be in the
bed togather i
went into town and my daughter was with me and ask me why these
to woman was kissing each other now how are you
to tell a child that is 7 that they are wife and wife that would sound weird
When I
go to bed at night, I'm not visited by the «ghosts»
of people I abused, neither do I have
to worry about standing before the judgment seat
of God
to answer for that.
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.
More than just
beds to sleep on, they invited us
to eat dinner with them and drew us all sorts
of maps so we wouldn't get lost
going out
at night.
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.
I
went to bed last night very tired and early this morning
at about 4 am, i heard an earthquaking sound in the middle
of my sleep, and my thoughts were the end is come, the earthquake is here.
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.
I used
to have a habit
of looking
at Social Media last thing before I
went to bed and often set my mind into overload or get carried away scrolling.
We wake up and assume we will
go to bed at the end
of the day.
I am also a Porridge addict and
go to bed at night craving it and wake up too early with excitement
of what combination I can make today!
We've been sleeping more than usual (I actually
went to bed with Matthew
at 7 pm earlier this week, waking only long enough
to scarf down a tiny bowl
of pasta for dinner before drifting off
to la - la - land again), eating our collective weight in local ice cream, and touring small, nearby towns in the afternoons before heading back
to the cottage for happy hour snack time.
Of coarse a nice tug of my long hair and a drizzle of baby drool on my face at 5:30 a.m. is one way to get me out of bed quickly... But let's not go there shall w
Of coarse a nice tug
of my long hair and a drizzle of baby drool on my face at 5:30 a.m. is one way to get me out of bed quickly... But let's not go there shall w
of my long hair and a drizzle
of baby drool on my face at 5:30 a.m. is one way to get me out of bed quickly... But let's not go there shall w
of baby drool on my face
at 5:30 a.m. is one way
to get me out
of bed quickly... But let's not go there shall w
of bed quickly... But let's not
go there shall we?
At worst, I'll have lost 30 minutes and 63 cents» worth
of oat bran, and I can
go to bed saying I tried.
I do this before
going to bed at night but do whatever time
of day works for you.
I have an obsession with pb & I tried not
to buy it for a week... I have no self control, I spent 2 hours
at the gym, came home, got in
bed & got out
of bed to go & buy peanut butter!
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.
Even with cost and time - effective solutions for cooking,
at the end
of the day too many Americans
go to bed hungry.
We ate
at so many places, got blisters, had homemade salsa with two
of our best friends, and
went to bed past midnight every night.
I crawled out
of bed at 5AM and decided
to go on a (almost but not quite) 12 mile run.
I had a handful
of nuts later in the evening, and before
going to bed at 12.30 I felt quite hungry, and decided
to have a handful
of raisins otherwise I know I would wake up in the night.