I thought it ended at 2

I thought the terrible two's ended at some point. You know, I'm envisioning the big 3rd birthday party and magically all the trantrums, the screaming, the whining, the fighting, the everything goes away. They are 4 and 5 and it is just getting worse. Everyday I go to bed wishing that things would be different the next day. The kids would get over their funk. And everyday I wake up to same thing. And everyday I scream and yell. And everyday I am the "mean mommy". And everyday I feel like crying until I can't cry anymore. And everyday I said I've had enough.

And everyday I wonder what I've done wrong.