Where does the time go?

It was about 1:25am before I went to bed last night. Maggie, my youngest, awoke at about 4:20am squalling as if she had been starved for days. I jump up, stumble over this and that and make a bottle, head back to bed, just close my eyes and the alarm is going off and we're running late to get to Sarah's soccer game. Then we eat, turn around twice and the day is almost gone. Where does the time go?