Cracking up over Christmas crackers

[cornishgal]

Phone rings, 8.52 am, Saturday
Mum: I've just thought. Shall I bring the Christmas crackers this year?
Me (mouth full of cereal, knowing the rest is going soggy in bowl): Uh, yeah, why not, that would be nice...Thanks.

It's only 30 minutes later that the penny drops. Last year I remembered turkey, veg, Baileys, white wine, red wine, real ale, xmas pud, brandy for lighting xmas pud, xmas tree, Christingle orange, clotted cream, brandy butter, Boxing Day ham, mince pies, xmas cake, 2 x shepherd's costumes, 32 presents for all relatives, friends, kids' teachers, the postman and milkman ...and wrote and sent 150 xmas cards. BUT I FORGOT THE F*ING CRACKERS. And we had to sit down to a Christmas meal WITHOUT CRACKERS.

I had forgotten I forgot the crackers. But now I remember all about it. And my blood is just...boiling.

I am writing this in lieu of ringing up a harmless, kind, defenceless, only-trying-to-help elderly lady and screaming vile abuse at her. The patronising, smug, superior...aargh.

Help me guys - AIBU?

Of course YABU and you know it. Just ring back and say "thanks and could you also bring..... as it is rather a lot for one person to be responsible for everything"

sounds just like my mum

what is Christingle orange?

Yup sounds just like my mum. You will forever be known as the daughter that forgets christmas crackers. Every year you will be reminded of it...
Im not helping am I?

Don't worry, next year she will offer whatever it is that you forgot this year...