its not so odd to feel unappreciated. any mother, wife, or caretaker will tell you that its pretty common to feel like no matter how many dishes you clean, how many loads of laundry you wash, dry, fold and put away it, and no matter how many times dinner is on the table surrounded by a clean house it won't ever matter. 
thats the life some of us chose. i became a mother voluntarily. i chose to be the person up at the crack of dawn for her first feeding, spend my day cleaning up after her meals and changing her diapers and soothing her when she gets fussy. my home is cluttered with toys, bouncy chairs, teething rings and baby furniture. and i wouldn't have it any other way.
i spend so much time on the go trying to keep up, that after a while i get overwhelmed with how little anyone thanks me for doing so much, and even worse, how nobody seems to want to pitch in and take some of the load off of my shoulders.
but its my life. and my job. and i take just as much pride in doing it well as i would have any career i could have chosen instead. maybe i'll never hear a thank you, and maybe no one will ever see the need to do a load of laundry themselves...but my strength to keep on doing it comes from the simple fact of how much i love my family.