a really bad day

Today really stinks! It's been 2 1/2 weeks since we buried my FIL. It's still really hard on my husband because he took care of him for 15 years and doesn't know what to do now, his routine has gone haywire. I just found out that my daughter is using again, and her sister has to kick her out because she can't have it around her children. (of course) I'm still going through sll the court drama over custody of my grandaughter, which is costing me over $7,000.00 so far because her Mom would'nt sign the papers before but has now found out she doesn't have a leg to stand on. She said she'll sign but hasn't done so yet and I'm worried that she'll end up back in jail without getting that taken care of. I hate to find out she's using again but in my heart I knew it. She is still my daughter and I keep hoping and praying she will get her life together. I hate waiting for the phone call that will tell me she's gone but at the same time knowing that is a real possibility. I love my GD more than anything, but I hadn't planned on raising another child at this stage in my life. Sometimes I just wonder if I will ever be able to live my life without taking care of all these people. I know God doesn't give me more than I can handle but sometimes I feel buried beneath the weight of it all. I'm praying awfully hard that I can keep the dark cloud from desending over me again. I have to hang on .