Sentences with phrase «out of bed by»

The summer project is to get his room organized and bedtime friendly for a little boy who will be able to get out of the bed by himself!

«I Just don't have Time for You» It's 4:30 a.m. and I need to get out of bed by 5:30 a.m..

Telltale pink trails @ sunrise, If the dumass meteorologists would get out of bed by 5:00 AM they might notice.

The story is immediately engaging and easy to follow, The Kingdom of Guardia gathers to commemorate it's thousand - year anniversary, our hero Crono has slept in and we join him as he is being roused out of bed by his mother.

It all starts out innocently enough with the largely - indistinguishable Perron girls getting jerked out of bed by an invisible whatever, then evolves into a game of hide and clap (which sounds venereal but isn't, unless you're doing it really wrong) that leads to mommy Carolyn (Lili Taylor) getting thrown down a flight of stairs into a creepy, boarded - up cellar ™.

He could usually get me out of bed by lunch so he could go to the office for a few hours.

Many newer cribs convert into toddler beds by replacing one side rail with lower rails, open in the middle, that allow children to get into and out of bed by themselves.

For example, if they need to be at school by 8:00 AM, you'll need to have them out of bed by 7:00 AM in order to make sure they have ample time to wake up properly, have breakfast, brush their teeth, do any other morning chores, and make it to the bus (or walk to school) on time.

I too was in my dorm room, forgot to set my alarm, and was basically shook out of my bed by the blast.

When the first contingent arrived at Letchworth Garden City in Hertfordshire, they seemed dazed for they had been «hiding for a fortnight or more behind hedges and in woods»; «one old woman had been driven out of her bed by the German soldiers, and actually arrived in London in her night clothes.»

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.

Not exact matches

«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.

If we felt constantly hamstrung by the bad things that have happened to us over the course of our lives, none of us would get out of bed.

By late February, I realized I'd never get out of bed and rejoin society if she stayed and continued to care for my every need.

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.

Traction: By the summer of 2016, Stasis Labs, out of the University of Southern California, plans to enter the health sector in India, a rapidly growing market of over 1.6 million hospital beds.

But here's the essence of the findings: according to work by Christopher Barnes, a University of Washington management professor, the mismatch between many employees» natural preferences and the workday's official start not only results in decreased productivity and creativity (not to mention increased misery), but might also impact the ethical decisions of late risers forced out of bed prematurely.

Trying to completely overhaul your mornings, by (for example) getting out of bed at 4 a.m. when you normally sleep until noon, can make it difficult if not impossible to stick to your new routine.

«I make sure I start my day by praying, meditating, and listening to inspirational music before I get out of bed.

For a certain kind of person (i.e., the hermetic kind), blogging is a true dream job: You get to write about your passions, test out new products / recipes / lifehacks (or whatever your specialty is), and earn money through advertising or by earning sponsorships from companies in exchange for reviews — all without ever needing to get out of bed.

I do eblieve Moses was a hypocrite and an true Joo who took advantage of the opportunity of making a feather bed for himself by taking things he learned from the Egyptian book of the dead and preaching them to his Jooish buddies like a tru Joo his istinct of being a predator came out.

But, in my experience, sometimes the best way to keep communication healthy and open is to go to bed angry and then talk about it the next morning when you've had enough sleep to know that leaving the milk out in the car probably wasn't a veiled act of aggression meant to symbolize every problem in the relationship, but rather just the sort of mistake anyone would make while distracted by a fascinating story on NPR.

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 «product» who fell short of the system's «standards» was hauled out of classes or bed and questioned by the administration!

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

Unlike most modern Western males, I read in various sources that men of the Ancient Near East didn't feel «weirded out» by sharing a bed with another man.

And I also know that by 2:42 a.m. when all has been restored and babies are sleeping again and the window is cracked open for a bit of fresh air, when we are back in our bed and quietly groaning at how over-the-puking-thing we both are by now, it's then, when he reaches out for me and moves the hair back off my neck before resting his calloused hands on the baby still growing within me, when the baby rolls up against his palm, and he whispers, «hey, you» quietly, it's in that moment that I think the love we make or find or reimagine at the unexpected moments is still the sweetest.

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!

But by placing this over a bed of black beans you're getting a lot of fiber, as well as minerals, some extra protein, and a carbohydrate that helps to balance out the protein from the chicken.

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).

I even took it a step further and created lunch out of it by placing all that goodness on a bed of greens.

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.

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 rolled myself out of bed earlier than usually to do a treadmill workout followed by this workout video + a set of «daily moves» which were lots of squats and lunges.

«Kitchen stunts aside, my typical day starts when the baby boss demands I get out of bed, followed by a ritual of brewing an Encha matcha latte together...»

i guess my husband had a little more faith in me because he stayed up late that first night of experimenting just to wait for these to come out of the oven... only to go to bed disappointed by my «wet & soggy» muffins.

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..

Think about it this way instead — by taking 30 seconds when one first gets out of bed, your first accomplishment has already occurred, putting one in a «winning» mindset from the outset.

Meanwhile when three separate alarms wouldn't drag me out of bed in high school, he'd wake me by ripping my comforter off before sauntering downstairs to toast his cinnamon raisin bread bars.

And when I woke up this morning, ten hours later, I rolled out of bed feeling like I got hit by a car (I was actually hit by a car once so I don't use that phrase lightly).

Atrainer whose horses are bedded down close by says, «I believed Gerardowned and was training the horse, though Morgan was the trainer of record.Since Saratoga I've been arriving at the track at 4:30 a.m. — the time mostpeople come to work — and finding the Gerards already cooling out their horses.They were working them in the pitch black and were secretive.»

We'll start having a real chance by growing a tougher spine, drive and discipline unlike last week end when the boys played like they just got out of bed.

He can fend off three linemen the size of small duplexes and grab a 230 - pound running back by the bottom lip and plant him like a rhododendron, but he can't seem to get his butt out of bed for class.

On New Year's Day bettors can stagger out of bed, re-hydrate by drinking copious amounts of water, spend time regretting all...

On New Year's Day bettors can stagger out of bed, re-hydrate by drinking copious amounts of water, spend time regretting all of their decisions from the previous night and by 5PM eastern time, be prepared for two exciting games.