"My mom doesn't work. Well, she cooks, keeps the house clean, but she hasn't got a real work…" this is how my son answered his friend's question: "What does your mom do?".
I was nearby and heard this conversation. And I wondered what makes up my everyday life, which sometimes seems to consume me completely. If is not a job, then what? Yes, I don't go to the office, I don't get an official salary. Not so long ago, my maternity leave with my third child ended, and now I am a housewife.
I'm embarrassed to say that I'm a housewife. Because for me it is, in a way, synonymous with a slacker. But in reality there's always some work awaiting for you to be done. Those actions in which a woman seems to mimic and dissolve into the house and everything seem to be done by themselves.
That’s why you can not see the face of my heroine in the project.
All the housework women do is often considered by the other members of a household as an invisible attribute that a home naturally possesses. This invisible work is not supposed to make a woman feel tired, they suppose. Staying home all day long doesn't represent the labour worth being recognized and appreciated from this outside perspective.
