No Use Crying Over Spilt Paint

No Use Crying Over Spilt Paint

I was rushing to get dressed for Shabbat when I heard my husband mutter, “Oh no…” loud enough for me to hear from behind my closed bedroom door.

“What’s the matter?” I called to him.

No answer.

Uh oh, this must be serious…

When I opened the door, I saw my husband looking down at a puddle of white paint in the middle of the hallway. Actually, make that a small pond of paint. Half a gallon to be exact.

Turns out that my 5-year-old Yoel had needed to reach his white Shabbat shirts which hang above the washing machine, and to do so he stood on the aforementioned container of paint, which subsequently belly-flopped.

But my husband didn’t curse or yell or lose his cool. In fact, he began to laugh.

And he started singing our song…

4 years ago my husband was visiting his hometown of Kingston, Ontario when he heard a Country music song on the radio that has since become the Weisberg family anthem. And to this day, singing this song and laughing is our gut response to the frequent minor disasters that are part and parcel of raising a big family containing many little people.

So next time the milk flows, and you daughter decorates her new Shabbat dress with permanent marker, and your toddler ALMOST makes it to the toilet, don’t yell or scream or cry…

Instead, just sing along with my, JewishMOM: “You’re gonna miss thiiiiiis…”
(Forward to 2:15)


  1. THANKS! That was worth watching.

    Hopefully, we will learn to really live each day and appreciate it, spills and all, and so be able not just to not-regret, but to rejoice, further down the road.

    Thanks again. I would probably never have heard that song otherwise.

  2. Oh, I love it!! I am going to forward this to all my friends who will totally understand:) thanks for putting things in perspective…

  3. so true! great song and lesson!

  4. Loved it!

    Thanks for sharing!

  5. Just saw this now. I love it! Had tears in my eyes…..

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