Should have started this ages ago!

Writing this blog occured to me literally about five minutes ago. Although I don't know why I hadn't thought of this before, because now that I am writing, it seems to be the best form of therapy I could think of.
Yep, no one will probably ever read this, and my punctuation doesn't always follow the way I am thinking but for me, I can always refer back to this and even, perhaps one day, invite my wife to actually read this.
For she, my dear wife, is the reason I am writing this blog. No don't get me wrong this is not the catancerous ravings of a bitter husband, far from it. No I am the husband of a darling wife, whom I had courted 14 years prior to marrying her and have since been faithfully happy. The essence of this blog is about the parental aspect of being a husband and how, no matter how hard we try, alwasy seem to get it wrong!
We have two young kids; A boy aged 3.5 and a girl who is nearly 2. Both adorable and both fiesty. Having gone through the initial learnings of having a new baby and all that it involves, we quickly graduated to 2 babies and the infinitely more responsibility and stuff you need to know about and deal with.
This is where the fun begins or as some would put in "....and then the fight started."
Y'see this is where we fight, me and the wife that is. We seem to constantly disagree on many tings to do with the kids. Not everything but many many things.
But what really made me want to write this blog is to bounce events of other like-minded, or similar situationed (not really a word) people just to make sure I am not going mad. Think of it as a sounding board. Hey not bad idea for a company.
Anyway this is the first scenario for this introductory post and if any of you out there read it please let me know your opinion.
I am downstairs in my study working on my PC, my wife is upstairs in our bedroom watching some TV program. The house is a two floor, very long house, not that the distance is the issue here, but I was at the complete opposite end. She phones me on my cell to tell me that our daughter is crying, who is just down the hallway to her, upstairs, and could I come to tend to her. I, of course do, and run up the stairs pausing as I pass our bedroom, to say to my wife, coz I can't resist,
"Is it that riveting?"
and then I give my daughter her bottle of milk which she decided to drink half an hour after we had put her to bed.

Now I ask you, is that normal?
I know the answer; but even if I was watching the final episode of Star Wars I would still go and see my kid instead of dragging my wife up from the other side of the frigging house. and certainly not by cell phone.
So this is the jist of this blog to come, I hope it will be often but that depends on the home events. For me this lets me get it all out and keep a peaceful home, coz really she is one in a million.