coming undone

Last year I decided it was the year of health.  I was going to become healthy physically, mentally, spiritually, emotionally.  I worked very hard on that.  I lost a lot of weight (not enough, still working on that), I discovered a lot about myself, got in tune with myself, grew closer to God, etc.  This year was going to be the year of adventure.  I was going to take 3 trips and have fun.  Life kept happening.  Also, due in part of the stress of the year, I stopped losing weight.  The year, it is a wonder I didn't gain it all back really.  Everyone around me has been causing extremely high stress.  My daughter announced she was pregnant.  Again.  Still not married.  Then she decided to break up with the dad and go on her own.  My son decided to join the army.  Out of the blue.  Then my grandfather was put on hospice.  That was the spring.  The summer brought, son decided to quit the army.  Which is apparently something you can do.  Daughter's unborn baby has only one working kidney.  Daughter is living in son''s house.  Other daughter struggles with a crazy schedule of dance team and driver's ed, both teachers are flakes who change their schedule on a whim and insist that their whatever is the only thing in the world that counts.  Had to quit dance.  Son decides to move back into his house when he comes back, daughter gets new boyfriend who is living with her.  They move into different house.    Husband decides to revamp the business.  Complete overhaul, mostly to be done by me.  Baby is born.  Grandfather dies and one week later cousin-in-law commits suicide.  Son is  homeless for about 2 months.  I did get a couple of trips in.  Though because of  "I am going to join the army; I am going to quit the army" the trips kept switching.  Before all hell broke loose we got to go to CA to see my step-daughter for Spring Break.  Had to go to Texas for business.  But that doesn't really count.  Went to Illinois for a long weekend in July.  Not exciting, but better than nothing.  It's been trying.  I need a little down time.  I need to control my eating.  I need to rest.  I need shit to quit happening.  A little boredom would be nice.  No more adventure.