I'm surprised they haven't touched on this topic before now. Where I use to work we had a couple of people that had full time jobs yet were still homeless, living in shelters. It's one of my biggest fears.
My folks and I would spend weeks, sometimes even
months on end living in hotels just until we could find somewhere else to move to. I remember one such occasion, one day, when my parents were both off taking care of errands, I literally ran around our hotel room, belting out "Cabin Fever" at the top of my lungs, just for some relief.
Depending on the hotel or the accommodations, we were lucky enough to at least have access to a swimming pool: that'd allow me a couple of hours of recreation, and give my mom some time to herself; meanwhile, my dad would continue to go to work, which offered him some normalcy during the day.