Insight - A Housewife's POV
The Invisible Work That Fills My Day
The things no one sees, but everyone depends on.
By the time day wanes, I am tired already — not because one big task but from hundreds of small things. The silent ones. The kind that passes you by.
The day starts quietly. Meals prepared in my mind before anyone has even asked anything. Scraps lifted from room’s floor, schedules rejiggered, reminders set and things remembered so that others need not. Between folding laundry and responding to a text, I become aware of how much of my work is, theoretically at least, only in my mind. No checklist ever captures it.
I go from room to room completing chores that had never started in this one place. A spill wiped up before it gets messy. A vibe felt before it becomes a dialogue. A pre-delay before it ruins the day. There is no “work” labelled to it, from the outside, any of it, and yet without it everything falls apart.
There was no deadline here, no applause and no evidence of productivity. But the quiet work that helps life run smoothly. And some days, the burden of it is heavier than we anticipated.
But there are moments in the quiet of the evening, when the house has settled and all noise subsides, that I see something different. This hidden work is imbued with care, intention and love. It may not be visible, but it is strongly felt.
And perhaps that is enough.
“Not all work is visible, but all work done with care leaves a lasting impact.”