Sentences with phrase «sleeping in a bed of»

I've met women who've never slept in a bed of their own.

Little ones will love sleeping in a bed of flowers layered with this daisy - print sheet set.

We built a fire, cooked some food, drank some wine, took some photos, and slept in the bed of the truck under the stars and a giant pile of blankets.

Until you know, you should teach them to sleep in a bed of their own or crate train them.

Not exact matches

You all live in the same kind of cells, sleep in the same kind of beds, eat the same kind of food, do the same kind of chores.

For instance, to get a perfect score in the «time to sleep» category I needed to fall asleep within 20 minutes of getting into bed.

That was fine most nights, but last Friday it took me 36 minutes because I was out late and spent a while checking social media in bed instead of trying to actually sleep.

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

It detailed when I got into bed, actually went to sleep, my average heart rate, what type of sleep (light, REM, deep) I had gotten throughout the night, how long I slept, and how long it took me to get out of bed in the morning.

«You sleep in a romantic canopy bed with a view of the stars, on a very comfortable soft mattress and a soft, thick blanket.

I would have an almost queen - size bed in the back (they can't call it a full queen - size bed because the curves of the Airstream demand pleasing curves along the mattress, and the rounded corners disqualify), and Miguel would sleep up front on a really soft, fake - leather couch that converted to a double bed.

Tech wants to disrupt sleep to improve it, doing so in the form of «smart» bed and pillows, as well as old standbys like the white noise machine.

For more surprising facts about the sleep habits of the some of the best - known thinkers of our time and times past, tuck into this fun infographic, please, just not in bed on your smartphone, okay?

«Just the realization that millions of people would do anything to see their kids sleep for a night in your bed, or wish that they could eat those vegetables you just trashed, would do our planet a world of good.»

Eckerd separately acknowledged last year that 43 children were forced to sleep in offices and other unlicensed locations because Eckerd had run out of foster beds — after initially telling Tallahassee media that 17 youth were sleeping in the offices.

Never leave pillows, soft toys, or loose bedding in the sleeping environment of a child under 12 months old.

Describing the «out - of - body experience» of briefing the president on the Steele Dossier, which contained an allegation that Trump was filmed watching Russian prostitutes pee on a bed that the Obamas had slept in, Comey told interviewer George Stephanopoulos, «He interrupted defensively and said.

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.

So she nurses in bed with me and then I lay her down in her crib where she sleeps steady until the middle of the night.

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.

Deal's aunt allegedly confessed to putting hot sauce in the child's mouth, striking her with a paddle dubbed «Butt Buster» and ordering the child to sleep on the floor of a stall shower because she had a problem with wetting the bed, the news station reports.

I know that because I slept with a small baby boy up against my body for what felt like forever and now he's almost the length of a twin bed with a sign posted on his door to «PLEASE KNOCK THERE IS A STAR WARS BOY IN HERE BEWARE.»

15 In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men, while they slumber on their beds, 16 then he opens the ears of men and terrifies them with warnings, 17 that he may turn man aside from his deed and conceal pride from a man; 18 he keeps back his soul from the pit, his life from perishing by the sworIn a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men, while they slumber on their beds, 16 then he opens the ears of men and terrifies them with warnings, 17 that he may turn man aside from his deed and conceal pride from a man; 18 he keeps back his soul from the pit, his life from perishing by the sworin a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men, while they slumber on their beds, 16 then he opens the ears of men and terrifies them with warnings, 17 that he may turn man aside from his deed and conceal pride from a man; 18 he keeps back his soul from the pit, his life from perishing by the sword.

She sings, «You forfeit your place in my heart, / You forfeit your place in our bed, / You'll sleep in your office instead, / With only the memories of when you were mine.»

Although the translation is strictly accurate, it does not succeed — as does the term «restless» — in evoking the physical discomfort of the insomniac fretfully tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

I was in the bedroom by myself, laying on the bed trying to go to sleep when I felt a strong pressure on the side of my body.

i've never seen her head spin, but i'm sure it does in the dark at the foot of our bed when we are sleeping.

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

According to most research, more than 50 percent of people who say «I do» will not be sleeping in the same bed eight years from now.

In 1984, after Farrah Fawcett played in The Burning Bed, a TV drama that told the true story of a battered wife who ended thirteen years of marital torment by setting fire to the gasoline - soaked bed of her sleeping husband, a number of copy - cat assaults occurred across the natioIn 1984, after Farrah Fawcett played in The Burning Bed, a TV drama that told the true story of a battered wife who ended thirteen years of marital torment by setting fire to the gasoline - soaked bed of her sleeping husband, a number of copy - cat assaults occurred across the natioin The Burning Bed, a TV drama that told the true story of a battered wife who ended thirteen years of marital torment by setting fire to the gasoline - soaked bed of her sleeping husband, a number of copy - cat assaults occurred across the nation.

A few years later we were sleeping on top of each other in a bunk bed on a tour bus.

It is really cold where we live, and I've brought him clothes and cat food and blankets, but I still can't sleep at night in my warm bed while I think of him out in the 20 degree weather, sometimes in rain and snow.

... «[Our cats] sleep in our beds and we spend a lot of money buying them toys we think they'll like,» says Christina Ha, co-founder of Meow Parlour, New York City's first cat café.

I pray for an appetite to eat good food and I pray you'll go to bed on time and sleep well, I pray you'll be good to your own self in the midst of all this.

He discussed the situation with Ali and they finally decided that someone else should sleep in Muhammad's bed that night while Muhammad himself set out for Medina under cover of darkness.

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!

Milne responds by raising his glass and toasting the end of a system of «arch dukes and top hats» who led millions of young men to the slaughter while they slept in warm beds back in England.

I had originally emptied out a large suitcase and turned it into a makeshift Moses basket for him [Brown Owl would have been proud] but I got so many comments and Lady Bracknell impersonations [yes that's right, I put my baby to sleep in a suitcase and pushed a copy of my racy novel around in his pram] that I abandoned the plan and brought him into bed with me instead.

The closing scene is a different Mother awakening in bed, after a refreshing sleep on soft sheets, the world apparently purged of humanity and ready to start the whole cycle over again.

Later in the afternoon, when nap time rolls around, your daughter will ask to sleep on your side of the bed.

I had to adjust to the food and to the way of life in an Indian student hostel — although almost at once I was taken out to buy a bed as it was assumed that unlike my fellow students a «white man» could not sleep on the floor!

I remember many occasions on which at night in bed, I would be unable to get to sleep on account of worry.

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.

In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; Then he openeth the ears of men, and sealeth their instruction, That he may withdraw man from his purpose, and hide pride from maIn a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; Then he openeth the ears of men, and sealeth their instruction, That he may withdraw man from his purpose, and hide pride from main a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; Then he openeth the ears of men, and sealeth their instruction, That he may withdraw man from his purpose, and hide pride from main slumberings upon the bed; Then he openeth the ears of men, and sealeth their instruction, That he may withdraw man from his purpose, and hide pride from man.

Indeed, he creates a virtual phantasmagoria of suffering from actual instances of human barbarity that he has read about in Russian newspapers: Turkish soldiers cutting babies from their mother's wombs and throwing them in the air in order to impale them on their bayonets; enlightened parents stuffing their five - year - old daughter's mouth with excrement and locking her in a freezing privy all night for having wet the bed, while they themselves sleep soundly; Genevan Christians teaching a naive peasant to bless the good God even as the poor dolt is beheaded for thefts and murders that his ostensibly Christian society caused him to commit; a Russian general, offended at an eight - year - old boy for accidentally hurting the paw of the officer's dog, inciting his wolfhounds to tear the child to pieces; a lady and gentleman flogging their eight - year - old daughter with a birch - rod until she collapses while crying for mercy, «Papa, papa, dear papa.»

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.

By holding these suggestions through the evening I went to bed and fell asleep, saying: «I am soul, spirit, just one with God's Thought of me,» and slept all night without waking, for the first time in several years [the distress - turns had usually recurred about two o'clock in the night].

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.

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).