First, watch this …
As a mother, that scenario sends fear pulsing through every inch of my body. Most of my readers are parents, so I just know that you feel the same way. Yes?
We all know how it is: you have “just one or two” after work/book club/long lunch drinks and you drive home. No biggie, right? Wrong. It is a HUGE mistake to drink and drive. I’ve done my fair share of drunk driving, PRE-CHILDREN (before you call social services on me!). Nowadays, the idea of my child(ren) being abandoned and alone because of MY irresponsibility, leaves me feeling physically ill. I just WON’T do it.
It’s not like I’m a big partier at all, but I do still enjoy going out for a girls night or even a nice romantic dinner with Dave, which would involve a bottle of wine with our meal. Driving home from a restaurant, Dave and I could EASILY be pulled over and breathalyzed and chances are, we’d both be over the legal limit. And then we’d both be arrested. And thrown in jail. Not something I’d want to have to explain to my kids, or to Beauty the next morning when we haven’t returned home. No thank you.
That’s where #NoRegretFriday (launched on 1 July 2011 by SAB Reality Check) comes in. Only, it’s about more than just Fridays. It’s about South Africans, taking responsibility for their lives, as well as the lives around them, each and every day of the week. The roads in Jozi are dangerous enough as it is. Add drunk drivers to the recipe and you’ve got a disaster on your hands. People like Good Fellas offer a service, which is essentially priceless. You get to go out and enjoy yourself without having to worry about how you’re going to avoid the roadblocks on the way home. If only they offered babysitting services for the next day, when your head’s pounding and your toddler insists on unpacking the Tupperware drawer and BANGING ON EACH AND EVERY PLASTIC CONTAINER WITH EVERY WOODEN SPOON IN THE CUPBOARD! *ouch*
So yes, I have pledged my support for No Regret Friday. You should too. I’ve also signed Dave and I up for a Good Fellas membership, which we (only Dave, for now, duh!) will be making FULL use of, particularly early next year when I turn the BIG 3 OH! In the mean time, I don’t want Dave to feel like a caged animal when I’m all about the “gazing deeply into M’s gorgeous eyes” period that I just KNOW I’ll be in after birth. Not a fun time for husbands. I would much rather send him off to have a few drinks with the boys, knowing that the good fellas at Good Fellas will bring him home safely to his family. No promise for a quiet sleep in the next day though, Mr Dadic 😉
You should also share your stories, stories about how drunk driving has affected your lives. Its telling of personal horror stories that scares people into NOT drinking and driving. Share them with me as a comment here (or email them to me and I will repost them, keeping your identity anonymous, if that’s what you would prefer). As an incentive for sharing these stories, SAB has given me a “Smarty25” Good Fellas membership to give away to one reader of my blog. I don’t want to be the judge of it myself, so I’ll set up some sort of voting mechanism to choose the “best” (most emotive?) story and you can all vote for a winner. I’ll award the prize at the beginning of November … closer to the festive season madness, when this kind of membership would really come in handy. SAB would also like to submit these stories to the #NoRegretFriday website, which you can choose to do with your identity attached or anonymously.
As parents, we owe it to our children to be responsible each and every day, as the only way they will ever learn is by our example.