I have just returned from two days at my parents' (three-bedroom) house. My sister and my grandma were also there. We had a very brief Pesach seder! We ate! We drank in great moderation, uncharacteristically! Dr. S got food poisoning! (Not from my mother, from a restaurant.) My kids drove the tractor!
However, due to the large number of people who snore, talk in their sleep, or get up multiple times at weird hours, we arranged ourselves so:
My boys slept in the sewing room in a pack and play and on a mattress. My sister Pru slept on the bed with them (badly.)
My grandma slept in the guest bedroom all by herself.
My spouse slept on the living room pull-out couch. The dog, who normally sleeps on the couch*, slept in the dining room.
My mother slept alone in her/my dad's bed. I slept on an inflatable mattress in their walk-in closet.**
My dad? He slept outdoors, in the sauna, in a sleeping bag. No, I don't really know why.
* The day my parents found her as a skinny stray has to be the most-improved day of this dog's life, I tell you what.
** Amazingly quiet and dark, especially with a fan outside for white noise. Highly recommended.