A Tale of Me Time

Once upon a time in a land called Blisstown lived a woman named Kate and her 8 month old son, George.  Kate was a stay-at-home-mom - or was she a work-at-home-mom, she wasn't too sure.  She "sold" those essential oils on the side but who really has time to focus on a business with a baby anyway?

George was your typical baby - allergic to sleep and practically anaphylactic to his crib.  But that was ok!  Kate didn't mind holding him for every nap and cuddling him through the night.  And BONUS the crib acted as a great laundry hamper.  Kate just wanted the best for George and she knew that isolating "training" methods did more damage than good, even if the dishes were piling and the floors needed mopping.

Then, one day while perusing Target, Kate met a very special fairy.  The fairy told her that she could grant her two wishes but the only two wishes she could grant were for George to sleep on command, alone, and the perfect length of time and for a perfectly clean home all of the time.  This seemed like a no brainer!  Kate didn't hesitate.  She agreed - no, begged - for these two wishes, and the fairy happily granted it.

The next day, George's naptime approached and POOF he fell asleep immediately and in his crib.  Kate now had TWO WHOLE HOURS to herself.  Nothing to clean, not nap trapped.  What ever would she do?

First, she decided to do some laundry - nope, done!  Then, she thought she'd call some friends.  Nope! They were all busy with nap time and chores.  Ah!  She'd curl up and read a book!  What book?  What did she even like anymore?  So there she stood in her perfectly clean house with a soundly sleeping baby, still bored like before...

Post your version of the ending in the comments.  What should Kate do?  How do you think she feels now that George doesn't "need" her for sleep?