The downfalls of an acoustical bathroom

I always hated Easter as a kid. Sounds strange but for years, we always seemed to come
down with the stomach virus every year at Easter and I came to dread the holiday because of
it. I've gotten over it though some of those memories remain. True to the Easter theme, Tim has decided to
"resurrect" this tradition. Last night as I tapped away on my computer, he came home from doing
estimates, ran in the back door and and up the stairs, into the bathroom and the distinct sounds
of Easters passed echoed throughout our house. When we remodeled our house, it never dawned
on me that making a big bathroom and covering it with tile and marble would essentially make
it so acoustical that the echo could be heard from all corners of the house. Even the exhaust fan,
which sounds to me like the engines of a DC-10, don't drowned out a bad stomach virus. Our daughter had to sleep in the livingroom and I spent half the night wondering how hard it would
be to sound-proof that darn bathroom. It was a tough night for Tim. I gave him an Ativan and
then a compazine when it seemed the Ativan probably did not stay down long enough. I don't
think either helped much and since he had pulled his Dex all-nighter the previous night, he
was wiped out to say the least. I have been waging chemical warfare all over the house with
anti-bacterial wipes and I hope like heck that Olivia and I do not come down with this. It was
downright violent. If this Easter tradition starts again, I think we will seriously look into the
Jewish faith.