I think my mom want's it and it might happen this summer.

>My mom once booked a tiny double bed for both of us on a trip once a couple years ago, but cancelled it. (I think she got cold feet).
>She sent me the hotel confirmation and everything. I think she hoped I would react and say nice hotel or something in hindsight. But I didn't respond. I'm not 100% sure
>After she cancelled the hotel she calls me and tells me she wants to book an AirBnB instead but those usually only have double beds and asks me if thats okay for us to sleep in.
This is where my alarmbells go off and I think shes into the idea.. Maybe I'm delusional but this is based on my life growing up with her alone and her slapping my ass and giving me other weird messages.
>She books a nice looking AirBnB with a double bed(a bit bigger than the hotel tho) and I'm fucking diamonds looking forward to it.
>We go on the trip.
>I'm so excited when we arrive in town by train and we walk out into the city towards the BnB.
>My mom says to me she got a message from the hostess from the AirBnB that everthing is set up and she is ready to greet us.
>Mom connects a few dots from messages she has had with the hostess earlier and now realizes the hostess is a fucking live in.
>Meaning the host lives with us in the apartment in a different room.
>I check the confirmation my mom sent me on my phone and of course... yep it's a live in host.
>This fucking ruins everything. We're basically never alone and it just feels awkward.
I can go into detail of what happened there, but it's basically nothing.

But!
We're going on a new trip this summer and now we're definitely getting a hotel room.
I've kinda been tasked in getting the room so I'm definitely getting the tiniest double bed I can find.
Any tips on getting this going?