Sentences with phrase «sat crying over»

There were days I sat crying over my pump, ready to quit.

Well there's a rose in the fisted glove And eagle flies with the dove And if you can't be with the one you love honey Love the one you're with Don't be angry — don't be sad Don't sit crying over good times you've had There's a girl right next to you And she's just waiting for something to do

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While my grandmother sat crying, my grandfather, who had been driving in silence, pulled over onto the shoulder of the highway.

A few years back i was being led by god to help some homeless people.I'll tell you about the first homeless lady.my girls and i were driving by a liquor store and i seen a girl a lady sitting next to her cart.god showed me through his eyes the hurt she was living with.he spoke to my heart and said, don't pass her up.i turned around whent back and asked her if she was hungry.she was in shock and said yes.god told me to tell her that she is loved.she started crying and had me call her family so she can go home.anyways after that i joind a church and told them and asked to start a homeless ministry.i was told yes and all of a sudden i started getting pushed aside and they took over the homeless ministry.i feel lost and hurt.now i feel like god is telling me to leave the church.i quit going out with the group because of what happened.i don't know what to do.now i feel lost.

I remember that afternoon when I came home from work, hugely pregnant, you were sitting on our couch, crying over your Bible.

We sat down with him over Pumpkin Juice and Cottage Pies in the Leaky Cauldron to chat about how he came up with all the recipes, what Rowling had to say when she gave the final taste test, and how many grown adults he's seen cry after trying Butterbeer for the first time.

I am reading this and crying over my fails as a mom as I just put my 2 year old to sleep with threats, meanness and forced sit - downs as my 9 month old is screaming in her adjacent crib....

I sat on the uncomfortable couch, pulled my new nursing cami over my breasts, and tried not to cry.

My mom sat with me on the floor and held me while I cried, both from relief that the episode was over and fear another would strike.

At 9 pm he got his final daytime feeding and I put him down in his bassinet, closed the door and sat in the next room over while he cried it out.

My child has cried cumulatively less about sleep than he has about his obsession over sitting in the front seat of the car and my refusal to let him.

, feeding a baby every 2 to 4 hours (with each feeding session lasting about 20 minutes, give or take,) trying to figure out why a baby is crying, tackling a never - ending pile of laundry, being covered in spit up, doing a mountain of dishes (and more)-- and doing all of this on a serious of cat naps over a span of several weeks sounds like sitting back and relaxing, well, I guess yes, moms on maternity leave really are enjoying kicking their feet up.

As you sit there together, accepting your child and all their many feelings, she will likely still cry and she may never reach over and eat that peeled banana, but in the end, she will feel HEARD.

Teething, tummy pain, a sore throat, tipping over from sitting on the floor etc etc. will of course make your baby cry too.

That breastfeeding regiment of two to three hours for about thirty to forty minutes, that is usually within about the first month and what I do say to these moms when they are crying and they are sad, I say «I know this is difficult, I am here to help you, but I promise you, this is the hardest it's going to be» because what happens over time is that the baby becomes more efficient, they get bigger and they can suck better and they are not sitting there for thirty to forty minutes.

We sat in my friend's room, me on the bed, hands in my lap, slumped over and crying.

We all know a typical day for me is more like sitting at my desk banging my head against the table and crying over the fact that I still never manage to start any of my assignments more than a week before they're due.

So much has happened in our world over the least year, and so much has changed and evolved in our life as a couple, but it seems like just yesterday we were sitting on the couch, drinking wine and cry - laughing trying to come up with a name for this quirky little blog of ours.

Oh my goodness excuse me while I sit over here and cry like a fool!!!! Chills washed over me when you said «I do remember the first time you laid on my chest» ahhhhh I cant wait for these first moments!!!

Let me tell you this, you let that negativity creep back in and you are going to be sitting home alone watching sappy movies and crying over lost love when you could be enjoying the world that is there to be explored.

More likely than not, he won't be sitting home crying over you.

Nicholas Sparks is sitting this January out, but Forever My Girl offers a shoulder to cry on, along with the hallmarks of the most romantic movies ever made: parenthood, precocious kids, humble small - town stores, and the grim specter of death forever hanging over the characters» every move.

Like all writers, I sit alone over a keyboard for months on end in a dark room like Howard Hughes (minus the Kleenex - box shoes) and am then hauled out for the performing - seal part of the job called «promotion,» so Amy's adventures on panels, etc. literally made me laugh till I cried.

We can't guarantee similar results without a reliable driver, but we also sat down to play Far Cry 2 at 1,920 x1, 024 (via a 32 - inch LCD TV over an HDMI connection) in DirectX 10 mode at the «Optimal» image quality setting and enjoyed near - flawless gameplay.

We sat on the bed with her, crying over our sick pup.

As we sit here, a toddler was mauled over the weekend by pit mixes, a couple months back a family pit bull attack and killed a 3 day old infant simply from crying, do you hear of retrievers, or even Rottweilers, doing this damage?

Unfortunately it appears that lack of attention upset Little Plucky, because last week he decided he was done sitting in the corner crying over my pounding of his prized Lufthansa and came back for round two with a lumbering defense to my sleek takedown of AmEx Membership Rewards.

«They do a good job at making sure you're not sat in your office, holding your knees and crying» over a mountain of work.

If those few precious minutes, when we initially told her to go and sit by herself when she was clearly crying out for better guidance, had begun to add up to hours, over the course of the years, I wonder what type of relationship we would now have?

After court was over he was still on the bench, my ex-husband and family left and he told me to sit down as I was crying and explained to me on court record «what has happened to you has not been fair».

As I sat there, with my puffy, cried - out eyes, dunking deep - fried sushi roll slices in yum - yum sauce, I couldn't get over how ethereal the whole experience felt.