The last batch of coconut pecan cake is in the oven. I feel like death.

I feel like the reason everyone bakes ridiculous amount of Christmas cookies is because it takes an entire year to forget how painful it is. My feet hurt. My back hurts. I have dozens of tiny nicks and burns on my hands.

I love baking. But I do not love making four different kinds of cake/cookies/candy in 48 hours. This shit sucks.