This past week, my husband has somehow roped me into extra "before sleep" prayers.
I'm actually grateful for the idea, even though every night this week, as I glance at the clock just before 9pm, I sort of wish he'd forget to come find me in a few minutes. Because I have important other things to do. Like play on the computer or find some other way to procrastinate from doing school work.
The candlelight, the familiar icons connecting us to the Saints and our family and friends, and the words that remind me that I need forgiveness and Christ forgives - these things make me glad for the moment of prayer.
For me, spiritual exercise is like phsyical exercise - don't want to do it beforehand, but glad afterwards.