• Wed, Nov 14 2012

After He Endured My Crazy Family During Thanksgiving, I Procreated With My Husband

“Happy Thanksgiving!” My mom trilled as I stumbled down the stairs. Thanksgiving was one day away. “Glad to see you are up!”

Of course I was up. She was blasting music from her sewing room at five in the morning. The music was what can best be described as Gregorian monks chant Christmas. I needed coffee.

I probably would have been awake despite the music. My parents’ new house was located a comfortable 10 miles from an active railroad and my husband and I had been given the room with the window facing the train.

“You can barely hear it,” my mom insisted.

My brother, who gave up the room for us, rolled his eyes.  She’d also given us the room with two twin beds. Despite that we had been married for two years, she insisted we’d be more comfortable.

The room smelled like 16-year-old boy: a mixture of sweat, testosterone, Axe body spray and funk. My mother swore she gave us clean sheets, but the pet odor of boy assaulted our senses and made it hard to sleep.  Between all of that and the monk music, I could feel the throb of a migraine start behind my right eye. I had been home less than 24 hours.

My family is the crazy one. There are eight kids, one miniature dachshund and a lot of shouting. My parents tried to raise us Evangelical and godly, but we all had other plans. The result is that we’re like the Duggars except meaner and more likely to cuss you out.

My husband is the second oldest of four. He has three brothers and a sister, which is a cocktail for crazy, but not if you’re Midwestern. Besides the one time his sister hit his brother with the baton when they were in kindergarten, the Lenz family interactions are devoid of the violence and angst that permeates my family’s every encounter.

I didn’t even let Dave come to visit my parents until we were engaged. He came for four days before Christmas, six months before we were married. That was the year that my little brother tried to flush the dog, my mom asked me to call the cops on the drug dealer neighbors. That same trip, while watching a movie, my mom had muted the sound during a risqué scene only to have the orgasmic oohs and ahhs spelled out on the closed captions. She flung her body in front of the television screaming, “Look away!”

This time around, due to my family’s predilection for moving, this was Dave’s first extended stay with my parents over the holidays. They weren’t cutting him any breaks. When we arrived at nine p.m. the night before, we’d been greeted with the dog peeing on my shoe and my sister announcing that the turkey was in the jacuzzi because “someone” — here she cast a pointed glance at my mom — “someone was giving up on proper parenting and forgot to set it out to thaw.”

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  • chickadee

    Good lord. That’s a pretty toxic situation if being around your family makes you physically ill.* Your husband sounds wonderful, so I hope you can create family traditions of your own that include staying at home for the holidays…!

    *I am saying this based on your story — maybe they are awesome most of the time, I don’t know.

    • lyzl

      Yes, yes I do.

  • Ollie_Cat

    I have to say, your husband sounds awesome. Maybe because he reminds me of my own dad, and your family of my mom’s side, but still…

  • Julie

    Your husband sounds great :) and reminds me a little of my own (except mine would probably get in at least one good “What the hell?” over the course of our stay, in private of course).

    One thing I noticed- “My husband is the second oldest of four. He has three brothers and a sister..” -wouldn’t that make him the second oldest of five? Or is it two brothers and a sister?

    • lyzl

      Yes, he has gotten in a “your family is batsh** cray” every once in a while, but that Tday, he kept his mouth shut. So, I had his baby :) And touche on the sibling thing. It’s two brothers and one sister.

  • Daisy

    You are so, so lucky to have found such a great guy who wouldn’t judge you based on your family. Hang on to him for dear life–he’s a keeper! :D

  • http://www.facebook.com/ohteppei Amanda Gerber

    This will be my first Thanksgiving without my mom, and my first Thanksgiving single. I needed this little story today. The smile on my face just grew and grew. Crazy or not, family is family, and you, little lady are blessed. Big family. Big husband.