Confusion = My life.

So in a discussion of writing with my esteemed older sister, she lighted on a piece of very wise... Wisdom. She said that to tell a good story you had to have a unifying theme to hold everything together, and I cannot tell you how true that has come to be. I have actually begun to try to find unifying themes for everything--from my job, to my scholastic life, to my life in general. Well, my unifying theme has become confusion. I never know what's going on.For example, this week my dad took a three-ish day trip over the mountain to visit my sister. Apparently he had the plan in the works for several weeks, but I only found out last week. I eagerly asked for time off from work in order to accompany him, but found out on monday that I was not invited. Not a problem now, but at the time I thought that my sister was staying at school for spring break, so my life was beginning to crumble around my ears. Well, then on tuesday I was informed that my sister and her friend were coming home/here on saturday. YAY! My life was reforming from its crumblement. Well, last night I also thought my dad wasn't coming home with our only available car until saturday night, so I cancelled ski plans with my friend and accepted an extra shift of work saturday afternoon. Then, right when I thought I had everything figured out, my mom introduced an extra bit of confusion into my life. My dad was coming home on friday, and then going up to the mountain on saturday to work, from here. I fought with myself in the depths of confusion. As I resurfaced, I gave the extra shift of work to someone else, told my friend that after all our ski plans might not be cancelled after all. I still had to make sure it was okay with my dad if she and I came up with him. Well, now I've got it all figured out. For now.