Family Vacation: Don't Drink the Water!

My husband recently quit his job and we decided to take a break from reality to reset. We wanted to drag our kids somewhere cheap and relaxing (as relaxing as anywhere can be with a 3-year-old and a 7-month-old).

I pushed hard for Hawaii—safe, clean water, in the States so our cell phones would work. He pushed back for Mexico—cheaper, better weather that time of year, mariachi bands singing Juan Tan Amedo everywhere you go. He won.

So off to Mexico we went.

I'm slightly (OK, severely) neurotic, so let's just say I was a bit on edge as we touched down in Mexico. I had a whole bag filled with hand sanitizer and I was obsessed with keeping my kids away from the tainted drinking water. I had visions of my babies getting Montezuma's revenge and vowed to be vigilant. I bathed them in heated bottled water, washed their food in bottled water, washed the dishes in bottled water. I was nervous an ice cube would find its way into their juice every time we went out of eat. I was obsessed and on alert the entire trip.

My husband mocked me openly about my agua obsession. He laughed at me over his ice-cube filled margaritas, taunted me as he ate salads and fresh fruit bowls (the kids and I only ate canned veggies and fruit while we were there).

Well, turns out the joke was on him (and it was not a very funny one). Of course he got sick. Super sick. So sick he was bedridden and had it coming out of both ends for five days. So while we were off having fun in the sun (as much fun as a mom alone with two kids and a dangerous pool can have), he was stuck inside for the vast majority of the trip.

I can't say I had a ton of compassion for him. He asked for it flirting with disaster as far as I was concerned.

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