Our beach house wasn't available for the first 9 days of our San Diego stay so we got the pleasure to stay in a cheap hotel. It was honestly much harder than I thought it would be. Everyone sharing one small room with all our stuff shoved in one closet was kind of a nightmare. The beds weren't even queen size so two kids had to take turns sleeping on the floor every night and Bob and I felt squished. It was pretty hard to sleep at night because the ac was very cold but if we didn't have it on the room got very hot, so the half of me facing the AC was cold all night and the other half was warm. There was no room for the kids to move around or play at all so we tried to spend as much time as possible out of the hotel.
The best news was that they had a pool. I don't know what we would have done without the pool. We spent hour everyday at the pool. The kids loved it! In fact the kids didn't mind the hotel at all, it was just me who was struggling.
The hotel had no kitchen so we ate out a lot, in fact way more than I like to. I think I'd be happy eating out once a day, but that is kind of my limit. More than that and I just feel gross. Wendy's is doing $.50 frostys right now by the way. We got a few ;) We thought the hotel would have free continental breakfast so the kids and I were disappointed when they told us only Bob go the breakfast, I guess because his work is paying for it he is the only one who gets to eat.
I feel like kind of a complainer writing this post. I know there are so many people with much bigger problems than this, but I had a hard week and a half and I don't want to act like it was all smiles and fun.