No Good Deed Goes Unpunished...

Do you ever feel, as a mother, like the world is unequal? Like you could bust your butt 24/7 and barely get a grunt as a thank you? That your days off work are not really days off?  I'm feeling like I have a heaping load of that right now. I think I can understand how someone spinning a dozen plates at a time must feel. 

Honestly, I think I'm pretty awesome. I juggle a full time job, single parenthood, fibromyalgia, a SO, and a house complete with two pets. I feel like crap a majority of the time but still manage to get the little one to preschool and dance, feed us all, go to work, and keep things held together. I'm sure there are people out there that are more worthy of the Bad Ass Award, but all in all, I do pretty well. My house may not be neat and tidy, but we are all alive and well at the end of the day.  What puzzles me is that after all of that, I get minimal help and no thank you's. Instead, I get told that I should do more. After work, the SO gets to chill and enjoy dinner and TV time. Whereas I am taking care of pets, doing laundry, doing dishes, then sleeping and starting over again. 

Here is my day off of work today. Got up with the little one, fed her breakfast, got the dog out, fed the pets. Drank some coffee, showered with the nugget, got dressed. Dog let out again. Left the house, picked up donuts, went to visit my mom in the rehab facility. Fed donuts to my mom, the little one, and mom's roommate, got them stocked up on Pepsi. Discharge planning meeting, took mom out for a little 'out of the old folk's home' time. Stopped by the store to get the roomie something. Went to Starbucks and painted all of our nails. Took mom back, got her off to physical therapy. Got her roomie tucked in, on the way to a doc appointment. Stopped for a snack for the little one, doc appointment. Ran to pharmacy to fill prescriptions, got home. Snack for the little one, dog out again. Started dinner, put dishes away. Did more dishes. Restarted dryer, ate dinner. More dishes, folded load of towels in the dryer, and put new load in. Fetched Popsicles for the kiddo and the boyfriend, dog out again. Changed kitty litter, got pjs for the small one. Put towels away, put up leftovers. Wiped counters, swept den. Restarted the dryer, got the little one ready for bed and in bed. Picked out outfit for preschool tomorrow. Replaced bulb in her nightlight, replaced batteries in the baby monitor. Dog out for what seems the millionth time, work email checked, dishes put away. That's just so far. And I don't do enough?

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm just feeling unappreciated, not actually being unappreciated. I have the feeling though, that I'm not quite wrong about this. I know that the mamas of the world likely feel the same. So, what is the solution? Striking? Sucking it up? I don't quite know. Any ideas?