My fuck up.

So I've made terrible decisions in my life, the past week.
I know I like to drink, when I do, its not that often, but when I do, I drink a lot.
I came home on Wednesday morning, and nailed the pole up the road. Two people walking by saw it and called me in. Nice. *rolls eyes* What the fuck, really? Why were there 2 people walking, out at that hour anyways?!?! So the sheriffs were beating on the door. and trying to look in our windows, we laid there in bed for a while, hoping they would leave. I got tired of hearing them knock, so I got up and answered the door. OK, so there were first responders out there, and the sheriffs, they asked if I needed an ambulance, if I needed one, I would have fucking called. So yeah, I said that I drove, and was arrested for my 2ND fucking OWI. I asked the officer what he would have done if we didn't get to the door, and he said he was getting ready to leave me a citation for hitting the pole, and he was going to leave. Really?!? What the fuck?!?! Are you fucking serious?! FML!!! Holy shit, I should have just laid there a little longer.
So now, I'm looking at 7 fucking days in jail. I cant handle that. I cant be away from my baby that long, or my husband. I know, do the crime, do the time.
I'm just really disappointed and disgusted with myself.
So, I'm done drinking, I cant do it anymore, and I wont. I cant continue to hurt myself, my baby, husband, and my family. To see your name in the paper for something like that, is really sobering, and embarrassing.