Thursday afternoon

Somehow--and I don't really know how--I set up the wireless connection on Mom's new laptop. And it was after another hour and a half of some variation on this:

Mom: Try [this].
A.: That has nothing to do with it, mom.
Mom: Then try this.
A.: Mom, could you let me concentrate?
Mom: No.
A.: Mom!
Mom: What?!
A.: I need to think.
Mom: Well, think! And I don't like your tone!
A.: Do you want me to set this up or not?
Mom: It's more important that you control your temper!
A.: I'm controlling it. Now let me get back to this.