We do all kinds of hidden chores that never get seen, but would be noticed if they were NOT done.
We cook and do dishes on Sundays so that the rest of the family still has their day of rest while we rarely get one. Same with holidays: we cook the big Christmas dinner, the big Easter dinner, buy and wrap most of the gifts, while the rest of the family enjoys their holiday.
There are no definite hours to our jobs; we are the go-to person for kids who are sick or have bad dreams, and if we work outside the home we are likely to be the ones to stay home if there is a sick child. We clean up the vomit, change more diapers, bandage more cuts. If we have a career, it is generally the one that is the first to go if family needs require it. Or we take dull, underpaid part-time jobs that are an insult to our intelligence and skills, to help the family finances. A lot of Moms end up working at McDonalds or convenience stores or cleaning offices because they abandoned their careers to have children, then the family needed more money; or because they are caring for kids all day and must go off at night to work, already exhausted.
We do the school fundraisers, the craft fairs, the bake sales, the carpooling. We cook for the potlucks **so the men can enjoy them. When company comes, we cook it, we serve it, we decorate for it, so you can sit at the table and enjoy it. **
If we are at-home Moms, we may also be homeschooling our kids, which means we do TWO unpaid jobs simultaneously. Vacations are usually “on the job.” We usually do the homework help.
(It’s not that men do none of these things; but we do them far more often.)
We bear children and have to watch our bodies change in order to give life to, and nurture, other living beings. Then we worry about whether we are still attractive to our husbands in nursing clothes, clothes with spit-up, new bulges that come from giving birth, no time or freedom to fix our hair or put on make-up, sleep deprivation, self-immolation. Our sacrifices multiply and our lives change radically with each new child, the demands upon us increase, while the husband goes to the same job each day and for those 8 hours his life is pretty much as it’s always been.
Those are a few just off the top of my head.