spilled paint

Right as I was finishing the last wall, I reached into the paint pan on the ladder and spilled the whole thing on myself. Covered in white paint, I immediately looked around for a towel, only to find none. Being home alone had its perks, so I pulled my shirt over my head and began wiping myself down with it. After realizing paint had spilled on my pants too, I stepped out of my shorts and wiped my legs off as well. I had no issues with walking around the house in my underwear, even if the kids were home. I didn't mind walking from the shower to the laundry room in a towel or underwear, because I left my clothes in there. So I walked back upstairs, put the clothes into the washing machine, and went to take a shower.

After finishing up, I reached through the door, grabbed my towel and quickly dried off. The first thing I noticed when I went into the bedroom, was that my robe wasn't in the normal place. It should have been on the hook next to the doorway, but wasn't. My daughters loved my robe, and on occasion "borrowed" it. I reminded myself to look for it later, but for now I would just have to put on my last outfit. But, that too was nowhere to be seen. Until I looked inside the dirty clothes hamper, and remembered I had worn it last night for last-minute grocery run before dinner. I had a choice to make: Sweaty supermarket clothes, sweaty gym clothes, or paint covered shorts and a shirt? I could also try to find my robe in one of the girl's rooms, or use a towel until the laundry finishes (which would be a half hour before the kids get home).