Not knowing how to deal with "me time"

So here I am. I finally got what I wanted. Or what I thought I wanted anyways. I'm put getting my hair done, drinking coffee, reading trashy magazines and I've already fallen asleep in the chair twice. And...all I can think about is how I miss my little ones. Wondering constantly how they're doing. Possibly at this point I am far more dependent on them then they are on me. That need to be needed. That need to fix, comfort and help. Really? Here I thought man I just need a break. I just need to get out and here I am getting out and siting in an amazing salon in a tearing mess.. Identity is a strange thing.