I get my car stuck in the same driveway on the way out, on the way to take my daughter to gymnastics.
And then, after fighting for half an hour to get it out, when we get back in the car, hoping to make it for at least some gymnastics time, I get it stuck in the driveway again, for another ten minutes.
So, no gymnastics, and a messy house, and a thousand things that I ought to do, for which I have no drive or motivation.
I hate this feeling. "Frustrated" doesn't begin to cover it.