Sentences with phrase «thought making your bed»

I think you made the bed look FLAWLESS in your nursery!!

I think making my bed and pulling up my venetian blinds are the most important part of my day... if I don't do that, then I just don't have any speed under my feet, which means everything I've planned to do ends up not being done.

I do think it makes the bed look finished and keeps the bedding from falling of the end of the bed.

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.»

But when you think about it, there is something tempting about being made breakfast in bed by a chef, or having your hair cut for free by your girlfriend.

And then we didn't make a lot of money with air beds, so we thought well, we're Air Bed and Breakfast, let's go into the breakfast business.

Telling quote: «I think what we made the mistake of doing early on was taking every opportunity alone to talk about the business, at dinner, driving the car, you know at home brushing your teeth, as you're getting into bed, as you're waking up, and I think we made a conscious effort to not do that because I think it was just, you know, it would burn us out,» Kate told CNN in 2002.

I do this groaning thing when try to roll out of bed that I never thought I'd make.

«Lying in a makeshift hospital bed in conditions that would make most of us queesy, and thinking it's the bite of a mosquito that brings me to my knees, I thought that I could do something to help prevent this disease and other diseases,» Tifft said.

If you're like me, and getting out of bed involves a few sounds you never thought you'd make, mix in some interval training.

Others like to spend the last 20 minutes before they go to bed thinking about tomorrow and making a game plan.

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.

Well said and about 10 minutes into the reading there came a thought for me to stop reading, so I set up in my bed and made sure to read all even some comments.

Paul, I agree with your points, and similar points were made in the longer article, but I think these points support the idea of two men in one bed rather than undermine it.

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.

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.

Oh the insane things that pop into my head in the middle of the night and make me get up from my warm bed and leave my wife to scrawl in pencil on a blank sheet of paper in the pitch blackness the silliest images that seem to perplex and plague me just so I can hopefully bring a smile to your face and maybe occasionally make us think a little bit world without end.

------------- And if 90 % of dust particles are made up of human skin cells, then I think there's a naked man living under my bed... And he's HAIRY!

When I think of the wild fun we used to have in bed, it makes me cry inside.

A little later my dad came in and sat down on the edge of the bed and said quietly that we should have a conversation about Sunday Mass, and probably I was now old enough to make my own decisions about attending Mass, that he and my mother did not think it right or fair to force that decision on us children, that we needed to find our own ways spiritually, and that while he and our mother very much hoped that we would walk in the many rewarding paths of the Church, the final decision there would be ours alone, each obeying his own conscience; that was only right and fair, and to decree attendance now would perhaps actually force us away from the very thing that he and my mother found to be the most nutritious spiritual food; so perhaps you and I and your mother can sit and discuss this later this afternoon, he said, and come to some amicable agreement.

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 know it's a massive cliche, but things like yoga now make me so happy, and I find it a lot less isolating to think that I'm leaving a party earlier than I would would have done in another life to go to bed but I» l wake up feeling well and that means I get to go to a class I love in the morning.

It immediately made me think of my beloved Strawberry Shortcake canopy bed for some reason... -LRB-?)

That's why we think making a delicious breakfast is the best incentives to get little ones out of bed.

I think this will make for a marvelous bed for it!!!

Before dragging myself out of bed, I laid there for a few minutes thinking about what I could make for breakfast.

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!]

I think I've only had spaetzle once when my aunt made it (as a bed for chicken paprikash).

I am usually quite impatient in the morning and hate to take time over making breakfast, usually I just inhale it almost as soon as I am out of bed, but today as it is Sunday I thought I would take a little time over breakfast.

Muesli really makes me happy and the thought of eating it for breakfast gets me out of bed in the morning.

I think I am almost done with the jet lag from my Moroccon adventure but now I have the darkness of the early morning with rain pouring down that makes JUMPING out of bed full of vibrant energy a little trickier.

4) We need players this summer as simple as that and across the pitch, ready made WC caliber player: CB, DM, ST we can't continue that way and it showed (Coquelin has done fantastic but as I said a few times on other articles a few good games is not enough and this is he's 1st mediocre game - inexperience) 5) Misfiring: chances we get but we fail to convert and put ourselves in a commanding position and that has happen so many times it seems we never learn: Welbeck and Giroud should've done better can't expect Özil, Cazorla and Sanchez even thought he can score to do it (Aguero or Suarez would've put that game to bed with all the chances in the 1st half)

if thats the case regarding Coquelin then i would suggest that we aren't going to buy a defensive midfielder at all, especially if Arteta and Flamini stay, i think this is a mistake, but Wenger made our bed by not releasing these 2

my girl and me snowed in, both off work happy days... im thinking hey lets stay warm together - make it creative — her response... i feel ill im going to bed

Spending most of his career in the hospital bed has made Arsenal fans think about the importance of his role in the team but his return could be a large boost for the team who have been playing nervous football as of late.

Asked why he'd only referred to men in his message, a reply on the account of Neville, — an ex-England schoolboy cricketer — said: «When I said morning men I thought the women would of been busy preparing breakfast / getting kids ready / making the beds - sorry morning women!»

I think this will make it more difficult for everyone to fall back asleep (we are bed - sharing).

One of the top suggestions is turning off electronic devices before bed and dimming lights in the house to make your little one's brain think it's that routine bedtime again therefore kicking in the melatonin.

If you go to bed well before 10 (more like 8:30 or 9), do you think that would make things easier and allow you to feel more rested?

You got drunk at a college party and can't make it home but you're not sure you really want to sleep on the couch that you saw someone spill beer on earlier that night, so you cozy into the host's bed thinking you might owe some action for «providing shelter.»

So I made myself think about the good parts of the day: cuddling with Max in bed this morning as he kept saying «NO OOOOL!

We know many mothers bring their baby into bed with them at night.1 Bed sharing makes breastfeeding easier2 and breastfeeding mothers get more sleep.3 It also allows mother - baby interaction to continue throughout the night and may protect the infant against the long periods of deep sleep thought to contribute to SIDS.4, 5

I think this is incentive to make my own, since it would let me sleep easier with him not near the edge of my bed or between us.

My bed and everything and I remember thinking, this is my body, you know, trying to figure out how much milk to make and because and you know, because I only had one baby, you know, and the baby was nursing, you know, however often he wanted to nurse.

I love this child more than anything in the world, and I don't want to make her cry, but I'm near tears myself thinking about going to bed every night.

I think there might be a causal relationship both ways with sleep and depression in teenagers (speaking as a qualified software engineer)-- and one of the first things the psychiatrist had us / the teenager do was make sure that he had good sleep habits (e.g. your bed is only for sleeping, go to bed at a decent hour, watch out for caffeine in the hours before bedtime, regular stuff).

Ahh reading your birth story made me well up and think of my labour 3 months ago.The birthing pool is epic do nt you think I did nt get to actually have Kai in the pool we had a last minute dash to a bed because of complications.

I think Patch would make a lovely gift for a new baby, Alex loves his and it is so nice to be able to give him a toy to cuddle in bed with the knowledge he will be completely safe.

I think sometimes that makes it easier than having to get up out of bed and go somewhere else.

I'd always planned to create a chore chart to get them to make their beds, clean their toys, and put their shoes in the shoe bin, but I thought I would wait till they were in kindergarten to start that.