Temporary Schloss

We made it out of the Haus this week and into the hotel-apartment as we begin Phase 2 of the Move to DC. I don't want to mislead anyone, so let me be very clear about this: we aren't actually living in a hotel room. We have an apartment & it happens to be a very nice, complete with Internet access, full kitchen & digital cable.

But we are so spoiled & accustomed to living a life of luxury (I know, I know, just another middle class sob story) that a 1000 sq ft, 2 bedroom, 1 bath apartment, complete with Internet access, full kitchen & digital cable is a big step down for us.

First of all . . . sharing the laptop. All 4 of us?! We were having problems juggling two computers before. Man needs his time to continue to look for a job (I know, I know, at this point it's an addiciton, but if he can fanagle a follow-on Germany assignment, who am I to judge?) & check the news & weather in San Antonio (I know, I know . . .). MiniMe needs her computer time to play Webkinz & Littlest Pet Shop (so they don't die! & yes, I'd like to have a little face-to-face with whomever told her that these particular virtual pets even possess the ability to kick the bucket) and Laze-E who must have proper access to iTunes.

And, me. I need to listen to AOL Awesome 80's, FaceBook & Blog pay bills & search for dinner recipes.

So here we are a the temporary location of Schloss Rockin'Bauer. We were here a whoppinh 15 minutes & everyone immediately got down to business fulfilling our stereotypical roles.

Man's main task was to get the Vonage phone & Internet up and running as quickly as possible. MiniMe's job was to sit quietly on the couch and watch Fairly Odd Parents in Dutch so that we could get the technology situated.

Laze-E immediately started complaining about having to share a room with her sister & they both proceeded to fight over who was going to sleep on which bed. Once you pull out the trundle & pop it up, the beds are the exact same. They were arguing over which wall they wanted to sleep against. Hey, don't accuse my kids of not sweating the small stuff.

Laze-E did take time out from the bitching to strike a pose for me. She's smart enough to know that if she's going to throw a temper tantrum that the photographic evidence may very well be blog-worthy.

When 6 o'clock pm rolled around it was adult TV time (Everybody Hates Chris, According to Jim & Friends - in English) & we booted MiniMe to our bedroom to watch a library movie on the portable DVD player. There's only so much kid-TV we can tolerate. Especially when it's in Dutch.


Once Laze-E claimed her space, it took her all of about, oh, 34 seconds to trash the room out. Here she is yakking on the phone with TGirl, listening to her iPod & staying out of trouble - for this one brief moment in time.

At least I think she was staying out of trouble . . .

Where am I? Behind the camera, silly. I think I mentioned something about sterotypical jobs around the Haus.

That, and I immediately got down to the business of FaceBooking & Blogging vacuuming, scrubbing toilets & cooking dinner.

Hey, we don't call me HausFrau for nothing.