I realize this isn't exactly a problem, even by first world standards, but I'm hating the single bathroom lifestyle.
Even with only two of us in the house, the crossing of paths and uncomfortable holdups to the natural callings of life are an almost daily thing. The lone sanctuary itself is on the main floor, a steep staircase away from the bedroom. As a younger man I was usually an all-night sleeper with only the rare interruption, not to mention the fact that I spent the first 40 years of my life sleeping on the same floor as a bathroom. But now here I am in mid-life with questionable knees, making the nightly 4 AM death-defying stumble down to the john.
Then there's the central placement of the existing bathroom, no more than 10 feet, as an indoor crow flies, from any spot in the main living area of our modest house. A dinner party deuce is absolutely out of the question.
There is no room for a legal bath on the 2nd floor but if we were here for the long haul I would just squeeze one in anyway. But we're not. I long for a mid-century ranch with a basement commode tucked under the stairs or off in a distant corner near the furnace. And a urinal. A urinal just makes so much fucking sense for a man, I can't believe it hasn't caught on more.