I can't be rescued...I haven't had my coffee yet!

I am a firm believer that every person needs a little bit of time to themselves everyday to "recharge". Usually I get my "me time" first thing in the morning while the rest of the house is sleeping (In the shower you say? Clearly you dont' have young children at home...the sound of the water is an open invitation to them to need something NOW) Typically I use my time to drink my first cup of coffee peacefully and check the internet and maybe even play a game online. Typically that's all I have time to do....but it's enough.
Well...this morning didn't quite turn out that way. It's been a rough week in our house with 2 sick puppies. So I slept in this morning. (Although, since I became a mom, I've discovered sleeping in is a relative term) I woke up at about 6:30, when a foot found it's way into my mouth. Little boy piggies do not make a yummy breakfast. So I quietly pulled myself out of bed, hoping not to disturb the tornado that was still sleeping. My foot touched the floor...and I heard it.
"Mommy, is it sunny outside yet?" Well, there is just no fooling this particular 4 year old, so I conceeded. Down the stairs we came. I have the greatest coffee maker ever...Put the coffee pod in, push a button, and voila...coffee. Fresh, hot, caffinated goodness. Before the coffee maker even had time to make it's first gurgle, I got tackled from behind.
"Mom, the house is on fire, I need to rescue you!" Really? Can't I just have coffee first? C'mon....just 5 minutes for coffee....Just ONE sip? Please? Nope...not today. As I get dragged off to the "safe spot" I gaze longingly at the coffee counter, looking at the steam rise from the cup with Dorothy and Toto on the front and think that, for now, the smell will have to be enough.
I may be setting the alarm tomorrow