So my mother forgot my birthday yesterday, this is not something that would typically bother me at all, especially since she's been a bit emotional recently on account of a friend of hers dying. All the stuff she's been doing to try to compensate, however, has been a bit overboard.
First she comes up to me at about midnight when I'm about to go to bed, and proclaims that she just realised she forgot my birthday. She then spends about an hour talking with me trying to force me to concede to various things she has to do to make up for it, like she was insisting she should send my brother out to get a cake for me right then, in the middle of the night, but then she came to the decision she should wait until the confectionery was open so she could go get a proper cake today.
Today she came back with:
One (1), large double chocolate cake.
Two (2), eclairs.
Two (2), bomb cakes, one a boston cream bomb, the other apparently being the same thing but with chocolate.
One (1), slice of "death by chocolate" cake.
One (1), box of iced chocolate brownies.
And probably some other stuff I don't know about.
In addition she's insisting she cook me something special tonight, and that we go out eating tomorrow (I managed to convince her to just go with a cheese omelet tonight, and that we can just have chinese takeaway tomorrow)...
I think I'm going to die from all the chocolate and cholesterol she's insisting on feeding me.