Once again thinking about the ark and Noah. It was his family of 8 that entered the ark. I started counting mine and realized there are 8 of us too, counting daughter in laws. That encouraged me. Also I remembered they were not perfect either, even Noah.
 
I am sure he celebrated a little after the landing. Got to taste the fruit of the vine again. Maybe it was real sweet and easy going down. Pretty soon he is out like a light. One of his sons stumbles on him in this state and tells his brothers, he probably thought it was funny. Should have covered him up and not said anything. His brothers probably called him stupid and so did his wife. It was a mess.
 
The point is. Being ready and being perfect seems to be 2 different things. Perhaps the head of the household has a little extra pull too. Wouldn't mind that at all.