Do I live here, do I not live here?

Alright, I will be the first to admit that this isn't technically my house but I do live here. My mom will be the first to say she enjoys having me home but it is "different". I put different in parenthesis because half the time she loves it, the other half the time I think she wants me to disappear. But lets be real here that isn't happening as quickly as we both would like. The rules of the house are that I have to clean my room and my bathroom once a week which is fine with me, that's what I have always done at all my other houses. There are some things she does that makes me laugh though, like the first week I lived here I would leave my purse in the kitchen ( also the same place she leaves hers, just so we all know the real story ) well one day she had enough of that. She told me from now on I wasn't allowed to leave anything in the kitchen, or around the house for that matter, I had to "clean up after myself" as she put it, but really does she clean up after herself when she leaves her purse in the same spot? NO! That's fine I can live with putting my belongings in my room, I would rather it that way so she doesn't touch my things anyway, but it gets worse. As the week went on I noticed a box of wet wipes in my bathroom under the sink, not really thinking anything of it I left them alone. Only little did I know what was coming next, when we were sitting at dinner one night mom asked if I had starting using the wet wipes, confused about what the f**k they were even for in the first place I said no. She continued to lecture and tell me that the reason she bought them was because she wanted me to wipe down the counters in the bathroom before I leave everyday so that when people come over it doesn't look like I live here. Well s**t if you didn't want it to look like I lived here, why did you let me move back in? I'm just saying.