The case for 2.5 bathrooms While you're getting ready for a day of shopping with your mom, who's visiting, she calls you downstairs to ask where some little hair towely thing is. You spend about 20 minutes looking for it (while she's in the shower) before admitting that you have no idea what you've done with it. Then you head back upstairs to your own bathroom to finish doing something (ANYthing!) with your hair only to find your husband has taken advantage of your absence and is stinking up the room.