I know my limits better than you. No really. I'm glad that you worked 24 hours a day with a baby in tow or go to ten crafts fairs 300 miles away two times a week. I'm not trying to take anything away from you. I am applauding you. From the sidelines. Because I know better me better than you. The truth of the matter is this- unless you personally are going to make up my work when I can't do any thinking for a fucking week, you can STFU, ok?