I don't know what I would have done yesterday. I drove to Atlanta(couple hours away) to find a dress for DH's military ball coming up in 5 weeks, and Connor had a rough night resulting in only 3 hours of sleep for me. So, I am at the Mall for SIX hours. It took so long b/c he would only stay asleep for a half hour at a time, and I fed him 7 times while we were there.
So,the great news is I found a dress! And, it was on sale for $47
I spent more on the undergarments than the dress. Anywho, so I am getting the kids to the car. They are both crying and Ella is pitching a great big fit. They are in their car seats, and I am fighting with my newly purchased sit & stand, and cannot get it closed. I try for 10 minutes, and try to force it, causing it to make this awful sound, which a lady passing by heard. She stopped and saw my tears, heard the 2 crying kids, parked her car and helped me. Seriously, she hugged me, soothed me, told me to go get the baby. She folded and loaded the stroller, put my shopping bag in the car, gave Ella her sippy cup and adjusted her seat belt. Stood and talked to me for a while as I was gathering myself. I am so grateful that God sent her to me at that moment because I felt like I was drowning. I will now make it my mission to look for parents who might be going through the same, wherever I am. I wish I could thank her more, but she was just a kind stranger.