SB 5: It’s Not Over

To say that I was surprised by yesterday’s House vote and quick Senate turnaround wouldn’t be accurate. I wasn’t surprised. At all. I was sad. I was frustrated. I was angry. But I wasn’t surprised.

And I also wasn’t discouraged.

I didn’t tweet much about SB 5 yesterday, choosing instead to follow twitter and Facebook quietly as the day progressed toward the eventual outcome. When it eventually passed the Senate again with the changes the House passed, I simply said:

Horribly disappointed in Ohio's elected officials tonight. Trying to remember that this is not over. We will prevail. #sb5
Jenna Hatfield

That tweet got me multiple replies, some retweets and a handful-plus of Ohio, Wisconsin, Michigan and Ohio-loyal followers. Do you know what that says to me?

It’s not over.


Those who passed this bill with the rush to get it in by the end of the month did so with the hope that our referendum in November wouldn’t garner the same amount of voters as next year’s Presidential election. They have underestimated us. If people are following twitter search results after ten o’clock at night and following people with like-minded views on the passing of Senate Bill 5, then those in charge are greatly underestimating the power we have when we band together.

We will turn out in large numbers. We will get the required signatures to get the referendum on November’s ballot. And we will turn out in droves to vote. We will be heard. We will be seen. We will provide for the middle class what those in power have taken away.

I promised at an earlier date to keep those who are interested up-to-date with information on how you can help and be involved with the process. If you are interested in getting involved immediately, please email with your contact information to volunteer. I did when I saw it on the Ohio AFL-CIO page this morning. Or you can sign up via the SEIU page with a simple form. And the Ohio Democratic Party has a form up as well.The first step will be collecting signatures. Our family will be participating. If you have the time, I encourage you and yours to do the same.

An email from the Ohio Democratic Party just let me know the following:

  • 231,149 – Signatures needed to place a referendum of the law on the ballot.
  • 1,000 – Number of signatures needed for petition language to be approved by the Attorney General and Secretary of State, before additional petitions can be circulated.
  • 44 – Minimum number of counties where the petition signatures need to be collected.

As I learn more information about the efforts, I will keep you updated. My blog isn’t going to become an All Politics, All the Time blog as my family still lives a balanced life, but I will let you know what we’re doing and how you can get involved. I’ll be creating a specific SB 5 section of the site which you can choose to follow or not. New in that section today is an email from Andy Thompson about why he supported the bill.

If you have any other information about local or statewide efforts, please leave a comment or contact me.


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Note: Today Is Not Wacky Day

Back in the day, I went to Kindergarten on Mondays, Wednesdays and every other Friday. Mondays and Wednesdays were not an issue. That darn “every other Friday” thing got confusing with holidays, snow days and other general scheduling mayhem. My Mom did the best she could do, but on one fateful Friday morning, she sent me on the bus to my school on the wrong Friday.

I didn’t notice that there were different kids on my bus as only one girl in my class rode my bus and she didn’t always ride in the morning. I went bopping into my classroom and stopped short when I realized that I didn’t recognize one single kid in the room. Panic set in, tears started flowing and my teacher walked me to the office. I sat in the lobby and waited for my equally panicked Mom to pick me up. Not-quite-six-year-old me was traumatized for life. In fact, any time I wanted to stick it to my Mom, I reminded her of how she sent me to school on the wrong day.

Because what kind of parent does that, right?

Parenting karma sucks.

March has been difficult schedule wise. FireDad has been working extra overtime. I’ve been busy with some projects and deadlines. And since we’re busy, it figures that the school schedule would have extra stuff in it this month. Extra stuff never seems to happen in one of those easy, lazy months (though, it’s been awhile since we’ve had one of those…).

Case in point: I forgot preschool picture day a few weeks ago. And I was devastated.

A few (kind! beloved!) friends on twitter tried to tell me it was no big deal, but let’s remember one important point: I’m a photographer. Photos are kind of important to me, even if I don’t take them. And while I could easily take a great picture of my boys and claim it as a school picture, I’m mostly concerned with the class picture. Now my kids will look like the kids whose Mom forgot it was picture day. Because I did.

After an emotional collapse on my husband, I decided to get over it though. Yes, I’m a photographer. No, it’s not the end of the world. And if my kids someday look at the class picture and question why they’re wearing what they’re wearing, I’ll just blame them. (No? Okay, okay. I’ll blame their Dad.)

Which brings us to today…

Today I helped BigBrother get dressed for “Wacky Day” at school. He reminded us that it was Wacky Day, which made sense to me at the time as we love Wacky Wednesday by Dr. Seuss. I started to second guess myself — and I couldn’t find the school calendar — so I called the preschool this morning and asked the younger kids’ teacher if it was Wacky Day for the big kids’ class. She said yes. So, BigBrother went to school looking like this:


Note: It's Not Wacky Day

She was wrong.

I realized the error as one of the teachers came out for drop off carrying a sign that read, “Wacky Day! Friday!” I may have cussed under my breath before I turned to face BigBrother.

It’s not Wacky Day.

Panic crossed his little face. “Oh no!

He ripped off his Shrek ears and Waldo glasses as I attempted to pull his soccer socks down off of his pant legs and fold them over like regular socks. I was thankful — oh so thankful — that he had outgrown his sandals, as I had been planning on having him wear one sneaker and one sandal. At least he was wearing matching shoes. As one of the big kids’ class teachers opened our car door, I sucked up all of my pride.

Mrs. Teacher, can you help BigBrother turn his shirt the right way. I thought it was Wacky Day today.
“It’s Friday.”
I know. Now.

When I picked the boys up, BigBrother’s sweater was on right-side out. He didn’t seem to be traumatized, which is good. On Friday, we’ll gather up the Shrek ears and the Waldo glasses and a different sweater and pair of pants and we’ll do it all over again.

But FireDad is taking them to school on Friday. I need a break. I’ll probably call my Mom on Friday morning and apologize for all those years of chastising her for one messed up morning. I can’t even count my messed up mornings anymore and my kids aren’t even officially in elementary school.

Note: It's Not Wacky Day

I’m doomed.