West's Hidden Treasure

yesterday, it finally stopped raining.

although we could not go to the park because of the week down pour we have received, the boys and mostly i needed to get out of the house.

and since its our exploring thursdays we went to poco first.

if you haven't been to poco you should, it's like a BIGGER version of ikea.

it is literally a one stop shop for your own - inclusive of appliances.

that outting was purely for my benefit, the boys didn't particularly care much.

whilst we were out in blacktown we decided to go visit "Mater and Thomas"

if you have boys, that are anything like mine (OCD transport),

then you should take a trip, it's well worth it.

you will find these two guys out the front of 4 Richmond Road, (not to sure of the suburb - it's such a long road) Winsdor-ish?

It's just past Windsor Downs - on the left if you are driving towards richmond, right if you are driving from richmond.

whoever owns this house, i just want to give a High-5.

they have old diggers, tractors, utes, trucks just sitting in their front yard.

what's even better is it's free and you know how i love a free activity.

oh and then we totally swung by to The Windsor Pie Stop - now they do good pies.

Me vs Him

there is no instruction manual on motherhood.

if there was, it would say under 3 year old boy ; you've done your best, now run.

I don't know what it is but sometimes they just wake up and turn into this person you don't even know.

i reached my breaking point yesterday morning during sacrament meeting at church - I know, such a great place to lose it.

jevans's new calling keeps him away for most of sunday and his work keeps him away all week, so this mumma had a minor meltdown filled with tears and thoughts of "how can Heavenly Father think I can do this, what did I do wrong in raising this boy, i have failed him already, why won't he get that we don't hit and that we share."

don't get me wrong I love this kid more than he will ever know but gosh he can make me want to hit my head against the wall sometimes, tell a lie most times right now.

is it just my kid that won't listen, is it just my kid that talks back?

as a mother you have all these types of question that float around and around in my head.

my mum always said after labour "now comes to the real hard times."

and golly, how right she was.

sometimes a good cry is all you need with support from people around you affirming that no, your not crazy and yes you are doing the best you can - oh and chocolate (that always makes everything better right!?)

i love being a mum but man, it's a tough job.