I love this person so much that sometimes I ache from it. Other days I wonder how I managed to fail to raise a child who could be the least bit considerate of others, particularly me.
Then I think of all the other introverted parents out there raising extroverted children (like my husband and I) and I know that 1. I'm not alone, and 2. It's not my imagination that this set up is hard. It is really, truly, stinkin, hard sometimes.
Thanks for letting me vent.