Tuesday is DIY day here on the blog and today we focus have Dry Shampoo.
A few years ago Jayson earned a trip for being such a fantastic salesman. We got to go to Cabo San Lucas. I was anxious about the trip, about leaving my four kids for 5 days. My parents and Jayson's parent's happily agreed ( ok, not so happy on my dad's part) to help us out with the kids. My big problem, the little guy was still nursing. I was going to bring him with us, but the night before we left I got a strong feeling to leave him home. I almost didn't even want to go on the trip at all. I had never successful been able to get him to take a bottle. My MIL talked me out of staying, and out of taking the baby. She said she could handle it, and she did a beautiful job.
We flew out the next day, right into a hurricane. We landed during a pretty calm time, but they immediately shut down the airport. We were the last flight in. We had no clue we had landed in a hurricane! Our group spent almost and hour dickering with the taxi's to get to the hotel they had evacuated all guests to the ballroom. We didn't even get to see our hotel room! Stuck in a ballro0m with 50 other people got pretty stinky really quick. Guys, It was scary, but not horrific. The storm was violent, it destroyed pretty much the entire hotel. We spent the next several days sleeping in cots in halls, in the parking garage, trying to sleep outside but being kicked back into the stinky dirty halls for some absurd reason. There was black mold growing by the third day,alot of crying babies, and tired parents. There was a chlorine gas leak incident and a food shortage scare, some gang issues and a number of other problems. We weren't allowed to the beach until the second to last day, where I was burned to a crisp and grateful to be able do it. I was so grateful I didn't bring our little guy with us. We met some amazing, patient parents, and had some awesome hotel employees. despite not being perfect, and was still sort of enjoying myself, and our friends, and my time with out kids. We were able to sleep outside on the last night, and that was my best sleep the entire time. Up that point I was sleeping in 15 minute increments, worrying about the two pregnant girls in our group and whether they were getting enough food, and the kids in the halls, and the guy with PTSD, and.. and...and...
The airport finally re-opened and we got a bus to the airport.....THAT is when I just about panicked. The line at the airport was MILES LONG. It was already late afternoon, and I had heard about cartel problems and was terrified of being there in when it got dark, plus we had no food and little water. There was talk about flights stopping about 20 minutes after we arrived...I can't even share all the details for the next few hours, but by some miracle we got on a plane, with a few of our friends. Lot's of running to catch the back of a truck and running to the airplane. We landed in Tijuana and were escorted across the border. Once in California... there was no one. No Americans to helps us get to a hotel, or the Airport. NOTHING. I was dumbfounded. We finally caught a bus to the airport, where we were told there was no flight until the 4 a.m or something like that. I made a bit of a fuss at that point and said we wanted to stay in San Diego for the night and catch a flight out the next day because we already exhausted and wanted to recuperate before returning to our kids. We got a beach side hotel, slept in, had a relaxing breakfast and played on the beach until evening. Our flight back was awesome and we were sat in first class. I was so happy to get back home that night, and hug my kids.
SO DiY day right? I was really wishing I had some dry shampoo during that trip. No showers, super hot, we couldn't rinse in the ocean. My hair was NASTY, and then someone let me use a little of their dry shampoo spray and OMgoodness. That felt amazing. Just to have somewhat ok hair in the midst of all that made a huge difference on my outlook. So insructions for DIY dry shampoo at the bottom, below the slideshow.
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