I have shared custody<\/a> of my first-grader. In our particular joint custody schedule, she’s with us every other week—and with her dad and stepmom on the other weeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Those other weeks are hard on everyone in our family, but my daughter has it worst<\/strong> of all. Even before the transition between homes, she experiences real anxiety<\/a> that makes it hard for her to sleep or eat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One tradition that’s made it easier on her is that on those other weeks, I visit her at school for lunch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ever since I quit my corporate job to work from home, my 2-year-old tags along for our lunch dates too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The minute my little one sees her sister walking down the long hall towards us, she takes off running at full toddler speed<\/strong>. And every single time, I can’t help grinning while I watch her jump into big sister’s arms and hug like they haven’t seen each other in months.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But as much as I look forward to our lunches together, every week they also make me irrationally angry.<\/p>\n\n\n