We opted for 50/50 which is the default in Canada. At first, we switched on Fridays, but found that this was too stressful as the kids had to pack up after school, so we switched to Sundays. This made it easier on all involved.
I tried to make the switch a pleasant as possible, picking them up at 6:30. I would always have a comfort food, like a roast or stew, cooking in the oven or pot, so they would associate coming to dad's with fond memories.
We would play a game when I picked them up.they would ask if there was anything for dinner, and I would tell them I was too busy to cook. Then they would open the door to my apartment and get hit with the smell of a home cooked meal (I'm a scratch cook). It became a ritual.
Divorce can be hard on kids, but it need not be as hard as we think. There are some real upsides. At first, if I'm going to be honest, I tried to show my EXWW what she gave up by being a better parent than she was. I quickly realized that this was not right and I just tried to be a decent dad for my kids. I tried, not always successfully, to hold it together until they went to bed, and then I collapsed in my trauma. The healing took time, but I got better.
One positive thing was my week off. I used that week for me, learning to live again, while I was fully present at home when my kids were with me. My EXWW was more selfish with her time and often left the kids alone at home while she went out. My daughter commented that even though she was locked in her room, she felt comfort knowing I was just on the other side of the wall. I said, "Like a fire extinguisher?". And that became our running joke.
I think one component in a successful transition is to not mourn the life you lost, but create a new life filled with new rituals. Christmas was a tough one for me. When I was married, we would host Christmas and anyone who wanted could join us. Often, we would have 16-20 people. I would put in a skating rink and have speakers outside with music. It was great.
I went from that to a cramped two bedroom apartment with a plastic table-top tree I got in a thrift store (it was all I could affort), but we made it work. We did champaign and appies on Christmas eve with stories and conversation. I still opened my place up, but usually it was just my BFF and sister who joined us.
I'm waxing on because I want you to know there is hope. Make no mistake, I feel like an abject failure as a father, because I let my trauma consume me for many years. I just couldn't help it. But despite this, my daughter who is in her early 20's now, thanked me forgiving her a good life.
Both my grown kids choose to live with me full-time now. I've gotten a place an finally have room. Their friends come and go, often just hanging out here and I feel like I have a daily again.
I wish we could see where we end up. It would certainly help while we are in the thick of trauma and despair. I'm not saying that I am in a great place, but I'm fine, good even. I hope you find your good place too.