Advice on waiting from a five year old

In the past couple weeks there have been some signs that I might be falling apart a little bit.

Pulled over for expired plates.
Discovered my driver's license also expired.
I had no proof of insurance for the officer. (Lucky I wasn't arrested.)
Bounced 2 checks last month. 
Bear's report card came home. He is doing great in school except….he was tardy 23 times the past term. Bad mom. 
To add insult to injury, a letter showed up at home a few days later telling me the importance of promptness. 
I was reprimanded and fined for being late to day care. 
The refrigerator isn't working. It's been that way for a month. So our food is in the garagerator. 
I am on a grocery shopping strike. Why grocery shop without a refrigerator?
Dinner has come from Taco Bell at least 2 nights a week. Bean burritos.

Thank goodness I have my son to keep me together.

While putting bean burritos on the dinner table I said to Bear, "I'm feeling tired of waiting for baby brother/baby sister to come."

Bear looked at me and said sternly, "Mom, never give up your dream. Baby brother/baby sister has to come. They are coming, I know it."

I told him that I know they are coming too, maybe it's just that I don't want to wait. 

And then the most profound words came from my son, "But Mom, life's not that way." 

ME: "Really. Can you tell me what is life like then Bear?"

"Mom, life's like tooths. You can't lose them all right away. You have to wait. Sometimes they take years, like 6 or 7 or 39 years. You can't one day lose a tooth, next day lose a tooth, next day lose another. You have to wait in between."

 And he kept going….

"Or like school. You want to "gradulate" highschool right away. But you can't be in kindergarten and then done."

Wow was I humbled.

A couple nights later, after an intensely frustrating day at work, I blew up at Bear after he spilled his milk at the dinner table. I felt bad for blowing up and apologized to him, as we both cleaned up. Then, I discovered something Dodd did the day before that I let upset me and I made a harsh comment, even though Dodd wasn't home. 

BEAR: "Mom, that's not appropriate. That's not something you should say to your father."

ME: "You're right Bub, but he's not my father."

BEAR: "Well, it's not something you should say to MY father."

ME: "You're right, you're right. I'm really frustrated and I'm taking it out on you guys. I'm sorry Bub."

BEAR: "Mom, you have to let it out."

I looked at him incredulously. My 5 year old was giving me advice I really needed. In that moment I felt like I could ask him anything and he would understand and guide me.

ME: "How do I do that Bub? How do I let it out?"

BEAR: "Simple. With love." 

And with that, he climbed out of his seat, came over and wrapped his warm little arms around me and gave me a kiss. 

BEAR: "Are you better mama? Is it out?"

I was sobbing now, holding my son for dear life. "Yes Bub, it's coming out in buckets."

BEAR: "Ok, that's good. Don't cry now. I don't like it when you cry."

ME: "Ok, thank you Bubba Joe."

Thank God for my Bear. What ever would I do without him.