Princess in the Spotlight (The Princess Diaries 2)

So I said, “Mom, you want some Midol? Because, no offense, you look like you could use some.”

Which is sort of a dangerous thing t

o say to a premenstrual woman, but you know, she’s my mom, and all. It’s not like she was going to karate chop me, the way she would if anybody else said that to her.

But she just said, “No. No, thanks,” in this dazed voice.

So then I assumed something really horrible had happened. You know, like Fat Louie had eaten another sock, or they were cutting off our electricity again because I’d forgotten to fish the bill out of the salad bowl where Mom keeps stuffing them.

So I grabbed her and I was like, “Mom? Mom, what is it? What’s wrong?”

She sort of shook her head, like she does when she’s confused over the microwave instructions on a frozen pizza. “Mia,” she said, in this shocked but happy way, “Mia. I’m pregnant.”

Oh, my God. OH, MY GOD.

My mom is having my Algebra teacher’s baby.

Monday, October 20, Homeroom

I am really trying to take this calmly, you know? Because there isn’t any point in getting upset about it.

But how can I NOT be upset? My mother is about to become a single parent. AGAIN.

You would think she’d have learned a lesson with me and all, but apparently not.

As if I don’t have enough problems. As if my life isn’t over already. I just don’t see how much more I can be expected to take. I mean, apparently, it is not enough that

1. I am the tallest girl in the freshman class.

2. I am also the least endowed in the chest area.

3. Last month, I found out my mother has been dating my Algebra teacher.

4. Also last month, I found out that I am the sole heir to the throne of a small European country.

5. I have to take princess lessons from my paternal grandmother. Every day.

6. In December, I am supposed to be introduced to my new countrymen and women on national television (in Genovia, population 50,000, but still).

7. I don’t have a boyfriend.

Oh, no. You see, all of that isn’t enough of a burden, apparently. Now my mother has to get pregnant out of wedlock. AGAIN.

Thanks, Mom. Thanks a whole lot.

Monday, October 20, Still Homeroom

And what about that? Why weren’t she and Mr. Gianini using birth control? Could someone please explain that to me? Whatever happened to her diaphragm? I know she has one. I found it once in the shower when I was a little kid. I took it and used it as a birdbath for my Barbie townhouse for a few weeks, until my mom finally found out and took it away.

And what about condoms??? Do people my mother’s age think they are immune to sexually transmitted diseases? They are obviously not immune to pregnancy, so what gives?

This is so like my mother. She can’t even remember to buy toilet paper. How is she going to remember to use birth control????????

Monday, October 20, Algebra

I can’t believe this. I really can’t believe this.

She hasn’t told him. My mother is having my Algebra teacher’s baby, and she hasn’t even told him.