So weekends are the worst!

Every other weekend I go to my Dad's house. It is not that I do not think he wants to to see me, but sometimes I feel like I am in the way. Then my Mom calls me several times. I know that bugs Dad. I do not understand why she has to call so much. I am ok with Dad. I've told her that but she does not seem to listen. Sometimes I feel like she can shut off her ears and not listen to me. And the worst part is the exchange. On Friday after school my Mom picks me up at the school. I can tell she is unhappy because she adjusts her hair a lot and looks back at me in the rearview mirror many times and her mouth is not happy. She does not say much, she does not need to. I try to sit quiet and just agree with what she says. I know she does not like it when I tell her I am looking forward to seeing my Dad or that I am excited to spend time with him so I act like it is no big deal. I do not understand why me having fun with Dad would make her sad. When we get to the parking lot of the grocery store I hope Dad is there. I do not like to hear what Mom has to say about Dad if he is late. She brings up all sorts of things that do not seem to fit what is going on at the time. Used to have exchanges at the police station. I did not like that. Both of my parents would act different and I wanted to disappear. We can talk about that another time. So we are greeting close because Mom is looking back lots and her hair is sticking up by her ear. I do not know why she gets so mad. So thank goodness Dad is waiting there. He does not see us yet. He is smiling and singing along with a song on the radio. When he see us he stops smiling and singing. I hope he is not mad at me. It takes him a little while to start smiling and singing after Mom leaves. Let's make this quick. Please do not talk about things that make them mad at each other. Please talk about stuff when I am not there. I wish my Mom could smile at my Dad, say hello,here is your daughter, have a good weekend. I wish that my Dad could smile back and say thank you we will have a great weekend. My parents expect me to be nice and smile at that mean girl on my soccer team. They should have to be be the same. Anyway, I got in with Dad, Mom wanted to talk to Dad for a minute, here we go.... I just sit in Dad's car. People are looking. Please let me disappear. Dad FINALLY gets in the car. I know he is mad. I hate it when I have to start my time with Dad and he is mad! It is not fair. Now Mom is texting me. She is saying "see you on Sunday, call me if you need me." Why will I need her, I am with my Dad. He loves me. He will soon calm down and then we can talk. After awhile we both remember how much fun we have together and everything is me and Dad time. At least until Sunday and the exchange. I wish they would remember when we were a family.