It's a fairly simple system: You fuck up too many times, you go to jail. We saw that happen the last time we were in court - to someone who fucked up precisely this number of times.
But somehow your alcohol-soaked brain is convinced that the world is going to always give you leeway because you're just not feeling up to things right now.
Guess I should brush up on visitation requirements - I seem to remember reading that there's a fairly long qualification period...