January blues

Today was another day of work. My mum watched the children for a few hours, but they were reluctant to wear appropriate attire for the British weather and argued every single thing that was asked of them. It was exhausting.
I ended up finishing work over an hour late, washing my hair and then having to dash to get the kids despite feeling awful.
I was supposed to be having tea with my mother whilst she was up, but she forgot we had agreed to and made alternative arrangements which made me feel a little upset. It's only a tiny thing, but I felt forgotten and invisible (a sadly common feeling).
With the kids home and husband back from work, I headed to bed for a few hours and woke feeling a little better, but still very despondent. 
I don't even feel like booking a holiday (which is unusual for me). The January blues appear to be in full effect.
I tried to start reading a book I had been gifted, but my head just wasn't in it. I'll try again tomorrow. 
I can't think of anything positive that happened today. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.