One of those days...

Basically I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Well really just afternoon. The morning was fine.

My kids made my cry (and by kids I mean students).

And then I got hit by a car.

Seriously. Like me. My body.

I'm fine. I just got bumped (the guy was backing up and didn't see me. And I was watching traffic and didn't realize he was backing up. I got bumped. Fell down. I only have bruises and scrapes.

The guy didn't even stop. He saw, looked irritated that I was in his way, and drove off.

I cried.

Now it's all good.

I hate these days.