Today is Mr O’s birthday. He is officially 34 and continues to be younger than me out of pure spite. As Wednesday is a work day for me and not one of the days that Little O can stay with Mrs O Senior (who also works), we decided to celebrate on the weekend.
Since Little O was born Mr O and I have had very few opportunities to hang out without him. He spends two days a week with Mrs O Senior already and Mr O usually works at least one weekend day so our options are limited. It’s also still hard to leave him in the evening. So the idea of having a “date day” was really exciting. We both got dressed up.
Mr O cooks for a living and has become a bit of a foodie of late so his greatest wish for his birthday was to have brunch in Soho at a restaurant called Dirty Bones. Dirty Bones is all about “New York comfort food” and cool cocktails so it was a perfect match for the two of us. We like our food full of flavour and just a little bit dirty.
We spent most of our meal admiring our surroundings – the bathroom was through a secret bookcase door – marveling at the bacon, discussing politics and dissecting comedian, Mike Meyers’ career. We did rather well not to constantly talk about Little O.
After brunch I decided I wanted an ice-cream because I am a bottomless pit and it was a warm day. With the help of the Time Out website discovered that Gelupo, supposedly the best gelato shop in Soho, was just around the corner. I really wanted to try the Saffron ice cream but it turns out so did everyone else so it was sold out. In the end I went for a scoop of lavender and a scoop of lemon custard pie. Mr O had pineapple and chili sorbet, which was unusual but delicious.
We probably could have kept going but the temptation of getting to just sit on our sofa and chat without interruptions (and have a nap) was too great and we headed home and did just so and it was glorious.
The day reminded me of two things. The first is that reconnecting as a couple when you are parents is essential. It’s very easy to just get into mum and dad mode and forget to relate to each other as partners. The second was a realisation of how uncomplicated and carefree pre-baby life was and how we took it for granted. So if you don’t have kids yet, don’t skip opportunities to hang out with just your favourite human and don’t be lazy about going out and doing things. You might one day really miss the joy of even just going out for a meal without feeling like you’re planning a military operation.