It's Hot And I Can't Get Up

Now when it is hot I can be the Bitch of Blab. It is HOT, I HATE the heat. Why did I ever leave Washington State? Water under the bridge now.
Since Jim decided he was going to learn to live with this night owl, I have been cleaning out Sydney's closet to get rid of junk. AKA Crap. Tearing into this job has been slow and very tedious. Old on-line class work, log books, pictures etc... All items that I have had to go through to make sure there was not anything of importance to keep. From 3 huge binders I only kept a 25 point Power Point Tip paper that one of my instructors posted.
2 cross stitch projects that lack a meager 2 hours max each to complete. They are years old and I will vow to myself to get them done this year since they are Santa Clause stuff for Mom.
I tore the remaining carpet and padding out of the closet but cannot find a hammer to get the tack board up. Total chaos. Now I cannot find the dust pan either. rrrrrrr
I'll use the vacume.
And if that were not enough his bunk beds are not complete because of a Tiwaneese who drilled the holes in one of the rungs backwards. I have to wait 1-2 weeks till that new peice comes in the mail. Well, I may be lucky if he does not take a flying leap off of the top bunk till then.
I saw a baby snake today in the front yard. Only snakes would like this weather.