Boys!

I love my boys, but there are times when I am really frustrated with them. 

Basketball has wrapped up and our break is short lived as track has started. Rhett, my seventh grader, is running both Jr. High and High School track with his strength in distance. The kid likes to run and he's good at it. Now through the year he has done cross country, football, and basketball and never complained about being sore. We are three weeks into track practice and he is coming home complaining about lower back pain. I know there's something going on when he starts requesting that I make him a chiropractor appointment. 

Thursday, after a second request for an appointment, I made him a chiropractor appointment. This isn't the first time he has been to the chiropractor, but for him to ask is unusual. My husband took him in Friday morning. Rhett got straightened out and was told that he had a pinched muscle in his back. Due to the muscle being tight for so long it may need a second adjustment, so he was not to do any running or jumping over the weekend. Nearly an impossible task to ask of an active pre-teen. 

So here we are Sunday evening and we look out the back window and he's up a tree. A tree half full of dead branches. A tree he will have to jump out of to get down. Uhhh!