Sentences with phrase «sleep in a bed made»

Simply sleep in a bed made in the 1500's with your toes hanging over the bed and you understand over time we change.

They will be sleeping in beds made for medium sized toddlers.

That is why it is in the best interest of everyone in this industry to support a reliable, humane and well - regulated supply of pets to eat the food, play with the toys, wear the clothes and sleep in the beds we make and sell.

Just think, as the calendar rolls to Feb. 14, you can be over the Atlantic Ocean on an airplane sleeping in a bed made for two!

Not exact matches

Instead of lying in bed, wishing for just 15 minutes more of sleep, tell yourself it won't make you less tired.

(When you find yourself making comparisons between your work spouse and the spouse who sleeps in your bed, it's never a good sign.)

When I'm in a meeting, watching a film, or laying in bed before I go to sleep, I always visualize making those plays.

I often end up in bed not only thinking about what I need to do the next day but also planning the day; obviously, that makes it difficult to sleep.

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.

You make your bed, you got ta sleep in it too.

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... - Anonymoin 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... - Anonymoin 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... - Anonymoin 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... - AnonymoIn 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

The tinies we've made are sleeping in their beds, worn out by growing up.

Children would be made to sleep in soiled sheets for two or three nights as a punishment for bed - wetting, she said, and when they went on an annual holiday to Ayrshire, they would end up badly burnt and blistered from the sun.

I look at them in their beds and it's like they're every age they ever were, all at once, still the babies I watched sleep for hours, just to make sure they were still breathing.

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!

Now the tinies are sleeping in their beds, under the quilts my mother - in - law made for them, and he's downstairs watching the news, I'm upstairs, reading, our nightly rituals.

In dreams, in visions of the night, when deepest sleep falls upon men, while they sleep on their beds, God makes them listen, and his correction strikes them with terroIn dreams, in visions of the night, when deepest sleep falls upon men, while they sleep on their beds, God makes them listen, and his correction strikes them with terroin visions of the night, when deepest sleep falls upon men, while they sleep on their beds, God makes them listen, and his correction strikes them with terror.

The Happiness Project gave me permission to be more deliberate about the little things that positively affect my outlook on life — getting enough sleep, making the bed in the morning (even if nothing else gets done around the house that day!)

You make your bed, you sleep in it, because Christ Jesus came to save, but he also gave you free will.

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.

This breakfast is perfect for fueling your day because you truly need a big bowl of nourishment to keep your brain on track... or for me, I need it just to make sure I can get from rolling out of bed to that time in the mid-afternoon when I get to either take a shower or do a little yoga on my matt (ie baby is sleeping and not demanding the boob).

10 reasons he won't sleep with me: 1) He finds me unattractive 2) He's transgendered or gay and hasn't worked up the courage to tell me 3) He has a secret girlfriend and he doesn't want to «cheat» on her 4) He thinks sex will make me too «attached» [It won't] 5) He's bad in bed 6) He thinks I'll be bad in bed 7) He has an STD 8) He thinks I'll make him stop sleeping with other people [which is true] 9) I stink [armpit, cooch and breath check!]

It should be a day where you sleep in until noon and have your significant other (or your mom) make you breakfast in bed.

Easter was spent sleeping in and snuggling in bed eating our divinely delicious Easter brunch, made up of these healthy lemon zest and blueberry oat pancakes and fresh fruit smoothie.

My finger goes to Wenger and the board for that one, but they've made their bed now so they can sleep in it.

It would be so much cozier in Mommy and Daddy's bed - right smack between them where I can make my body seem almost twice as big, and Mommy and Daddy canpretty much kiss the rest of their sleep goodbye.

No sex for you, your bed, you made it, you sleep in it, alone.

when hubby comes in we make time for intimacy before we go to bed and because my LO went to sleep peacefully and trusts we are there for him, when he wakes up n the middle of the night unless sick, he gets himself back to sleep.

Then to actually make him fall asleep, sometimes a new toddler bed (which can even just be matress on the floor, but not the crib), in combination with someone staying in the room with the child to fall asleep is in my view the most efficient way to help a toddler find peaceful sleep.

She feeds at 7,10,1,4,6:30 (bath and bed for the night) and I have just started tring a dreamfeed at 10 (also tried at 9, 9:30 and 10:30) and it does not make her sleep londer in fact she is waking up more frequently.

Then you can move her over to her bed when she is in deep sleep and still keep a hand close to her to make her feel safe.

With our first child, we were so strict with routines, making him sleep in his own bed, going to sleep on his own and so on.

Although we were slightly ashamed that we couldn't manage to make crib sleeping work, we had, in fact, made an important discovery — we learned the secret of why you should try bed sharing.

But he warns in his book, «understand that your cuddling in bed together may make any future changes in sleep arrangements difficult to execute.»

I've tried having a bedtime routine for him and it doesn't seem to make a difference, I want so badly for my baby to be able to sleep in his crib next to our bed and to be able to fall back asleep without having to be nursed, I just don't know if it's too early for that or not.

Don't leave your baby to cry, but rather do everything you can to make the sleeping nice in other ways; like in a stroller on a walk or next to you in bed, if you can accept co-sleeping.

Make sure that the last thing they are doing before bed is not in front of a screen, it stimulates their nervous system too much and can make it difficult for them to slMake sure that the last thing they are doing before bed is not in front of a screen, it stimulates their nervous system too much and can make it difficult for them to slmake it difficult for them to sleep.

It sounds like you are wanting Domenick to sleep in his own bed so you may have to choose to make a stand.

Seriously, I have laid in bed and made formula, then passed the bottle to my husband, who was sleeping on the side next to the kiddo's bed.

After five nights in a row of the girls either sleeping together or in their own beds — we made it official and put our room back together the way it was when we first bought our house.

For toddlers sleeping in a bunk bed, make sure to install bed rails to prevent them from rolling out of the bed.

It's not like he had to struggle or suffer in any way — emotionally, physically, economically or all three — to make his couch be a reasonable bed substitute or, even, better, offer to sleep on the couch so she could sleep on his bed.

Infant deaths that occurred as a result of bed sharing under these circumstances have resulted in health authorities such as the American Academy of Pediatrics recommending that parents not sleep with their infants.6 It is ironic that not only does blanket condemnation of bed sharing potentially make parenting unnecessarily more difficult for some mothers, it also has the unintended outcome of increasing deaths in places other than beds, such as sofas.

Or, you can try making a more dramatic shift in their sleep habits by skipping a nap so they go to bed earlier that night, or waking them up earlier than usual in the morning, so that they'll be ready for an earlier bedtime later.

If you have an older child that has a clock in their room to let them know when it's time to wake up, make sure to change the clock before you go to bed, in the hopes that your child will stay in their room longer (and hopefully let you sleep more).

Make sure your child is taking naps in his or her own room and separate bed as well, and you'll be able to establish a healthy sleeping arrangement in no time.

Made of breathable, lightweight foam with a velvet - textured fabric cover, this sleeper won't overheat your child and will allow him or her to sleep soundly whether in the bed with you or in his or her own crib.

We go to bed early, we sleep beside our phones, we say things like «I «ll be there if I'm not at a birth»... And in the big scheme of things we likely make less than $ 25 an hour, but we do it because we are PASSIONATE and we believe every woman deserves a doula.»

When you start waking up with numb body parts and black eyes, you realize you've made a terrible mistake by allowing the baby to sleep in your bed.