What about when it's "I'm totally going to do my laundry today" in the morning, and then suddenly realizing it's already evening and I haven't done a fucking thing all day, and saying "Okay, tomorrow for sure." For literal weeks at a time.
Or how about this one? I start organizing in the morning, intending to spend the day decluttering. Ten minutes in, I get distracted with a book, or some craft supplies, or an unfinished, forgotten project, or whatever the hell else I find in the piles of clutter that crowd my room because I'm never quite done with it, but I rarely actually get back fo it because I'm always starting something new and hardly ever finishing anything.