Could it have been alien abduction?

There is one more morning before Spring Break.
One.
I think we'll make it, but it might be a bit of a struggle.
This is one of those days where I cannot account for my time.
What did I do today?
I've knit three rows on my sweater, but surely that couldn't have filled my day.
Right?
Oh and I folded a basket of clean clothes, but really was that all?
Dishes, I remember dishes.
And no one is complaining of hunger, so I must have fed someone... 
And after all this (insert whatever I've been doing), I'm wiped out.
(Can I pause here to complain about a husband who can loose weight simply by cutting out his single evening beer, but still eats a bag of chips a night?  Damn boy.)

Where did today go?
'Night all.