My outdoorsy husband didn’t want to take a baby and a toddler camping. I insisted — and regretted it by 2 a.m.

The first sign that our family camping trip was a bad idea was that my husband and I were fighting.

Although he was a rugged outdoorsman who took frequent solo kayaking expeditions in the wilderness, he hated dragging our two kids into the woods in the peak of summer heat and mosquito season.

I disagreed. I’d only discovered a love for the outdoors as an adult, but I had a vision: our family playing in the water, me lounging by the lake in my sundress while the 13-month-old napped.

In truth, I had mid-summer anxiety and was desperate. Born in East Africa, I hated Minnesota winters. So I was frantic when I realized it was July and we hadn’t…