Sentences with phrase «when making the bed»

Speaking of adding extra pillows and blankets, I was asked on Instagram over the weekend where I keep all my regular bed pillows when I make my bed in the morning!

When you make your bed, you need to sleep in it.

When I make my bed (which is not everyday) I always make it like this.

We are dreading moving the one we have to our future new home because the mattress is such a beast that we risk injury to ourselves when we make the bed.

I've found that when I make my bed first thing, the rest of the room stays cleaner and more orderly throughout the day.

A basket can work great as a way hold those accent pillows from the bed when you sleep or as a place to put your sleeping pillows when you make the bed.

Give your linens a spritz of linen spray, when making the bed up or after pulling your bed down at night.

I had custom bedding & window treatments sewn by a dear friend — it's been 9 1/2 years and I still smile when I make my bed.

Not exact matches

Because our smartphone and computer screens emit blue light, when we stare at them before bed we are resetting our body's internal clock, making it more difficult to fall asleep.

Now she makes it every day for a simple reason: «Walking into my bedroom when my bed is made makes me smile.»

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.

I still aspire to do the very best job I can, but I don't obsess over it and lie in bed at night beating myself up when I make a dumb mistake.

Instead of trying to do whatever it is before bed, make your new habit the first thing you do when you get up in the morning.

«We, not the Senate, were all he cared about... as a single parent, he decided to be there to put us to bed, to be there when we woke from a bad dream, to make us breakfast, so he'd travel to and from Washington, four hours a day.»

«From the welcome tot at the door when you arrive to the cuddly hottie placed in your bed during turn - down service, from remembering your favourite drink to knowing how you like your eggs cooked in the morning, the staff at Skibo work to make every stay feel as special as it was your first visit,» Carnegie says.

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

She tweeted: «Only wish I could have gotten the rollaway bed we were promised when made the res:),» prompting a quick Twitter apology from the New Orleans Marriott, as well as champagne and chocolate - dipped strawberries in the room.

For example, «I expect that you grow your client base by 10 percent in the next three months,» or «When I tell you to clean your room, it means to make your bed and put your clothes in the hamper».

For Chipotle, that «bed was made» when the company decided not to invest in loyalty — and it's now paying the price.

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

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.

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

Create your own list of things that you look forward to when you pop out of bed to make it easier for you to get up and face the day.

The only way to make this ledger balance is to fill every bed and keep it filled — and to keep ordering tests on those pricey machines even when they may be unneeded.

When you discover the benefits of pre-market trading — the opportunity to be ahead of the game, make profitable trades on breaking news, and get a real feel for the day ahead — you may well become addicted to crawling out of bed those few hours earlier.

@ fimeilleur the carl sagan reference was more relevant before it became obscured by all the other posts.no one said any thing about a death bed conversion, that is something you assumed, (when you assume you make an ass of u and me) whether you believe in God or not is irrelevant, you will ultimately confront God, at that point in carls case after death you will know!.

Didn't he say «Take up your bed and walk» — seems like a Ron Paul fan Of course, this is what happens when you believe in fairly tales — you can make them mean whatever you want

They took me to lunch, they did my hair (in fact they consulted with my dermatologist as to what they could or couldn't do), and when I couldn't get out of bed they brought lunch over and made me laugh.

Oh, and how when they were little, we put them to bed early for two reasons — first, it's best for them and second, it made sure we had a few hours together every night to talk or make out or just watch telly.

two other people arguing will need to work that out not you so if you stay out of it it usually works out... god is psychological security for those who need it... nothing wrong with that but reality will soon come calling... usually on a death bed when people for the first time really see they are alone... or you can beleieve a delusion... whatever makes you feel better.

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 colonel forced Charles to sleep on the floor of a hut, and when this arrangement made him desperately ill, Oglethorpe denied his request for a bed.

It's like a small scared child in a dark room claiming there is some monster out there in the darkness so you turn on the lights to show him there is no monster, but he just get's more scared claiming the monster must have hid in the closet or under the bed or anywhere you havn't yet looked, and when you do look and show them nothing is there it doesn't make them relieved, they get more upset because they now believe the monster is super fast or invisible or can teleport, because they know it's there, they can just feel it!

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

These fools deserve the bed they made in hell when they die.

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.

Take, for example, the common contention that Hitler acted coercively when he placed Jews in concentration camps or the claim that parents are acting coercively when they finally pick up their recalcitrant children and make them go to bed or the common contention that a government is acting coercively when it refuses to give its citizens any input into the formulation of the laws by which they are governed.

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.

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!

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 terror.

The Godless Monster is right, people try and influence, control, manipulate, ect in every area of life when they have a position of authority, thats human nature, or the sin nature of man if you like.Because the church has a lot of organisation, its a hot bed of oppitunity for people with ideas or assperations to lead or control to position themselves, and once there become protective of their role, it gives them a voice.You will find them in schools, governments, offices, everywhere.IT really makes no difference if it christian or athiest place, its people being people

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

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.

Today it is rainy and miserable so I decided to make it a «cuddle in bed» kind of day, this day was made a million times more yummy when I made these beautiful delicious fudgy bites of heaven this afternoon and OH MY.

I'm gonna collapse on our bed like one of those fainting goats when he makes his next batch.

When you make this banana bread, just consider the oven a banana tanning bed.

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).

The thing with the lemon tart started when she was about two and a half and she watched me making a lemon meringue tart that I was going to serve to our guests after putting her to bed.

It makes such a difference though when they can be in bed early.