When Supermom turns int Psycomom

I have always tried to be SUPER. Supermom, super friendly, superwoman, supercook, super everything. And I few months back I started to feel a little bit like everyone was carrying a tiny piece of kryptonite in their pockets. I began waving my little white flag and trying to articulate this to those around me. Apparently that evil kryptonite also was effecting everyones hearing as well as their "i give a shit" powers. So I continued on because duty still calls after all. With my super powers waning and my families demands increasing I gave more and more of myself until last week. All I could hear were the blaring sounds warning of a nuclear melt down close at hand. This time I tried waiving a HUGE white flag in the for f a Dear husband letter. For those who dont know what that is its like a Dear Jon letter however instead of loving words and praise its filled with words of warning and demands for action. My letter was ignored, quite literally ignored. I waited for 2 days figuring my husband needed time to decide how to react or that he was trying desperately to find the reassuring words of support I so desperately needed to hear. That was simply not the case. He figured I was just being hormonal and if he ignored it I would "suck it up" and forget my distress and go on as I always have as super-everything. Well after 3 days of tears and fights my husband has decided to take action and has made sure I know how disappointed in me he is for buckling under the constant pressure our life throws at me. And I have in turn turned angry and tearful and I am seriously think of joining the circus to escape. Do your think the circus could use a mom who can work 60 hours, run carpool for 2 comp soccer kids, cross country, debate, chess club, and stage crew, manage finances, meals, all house hold chores, vehicle crap, 3 dogs and wear heels and pears while cooking dinner and doing 26 loads of laundry???? Well its worth a shot!