Vent about living with my mom

This is just a short vent cause I feel like I have to get it out but I can't keep just using my sister as a soundboard.

I love my mom and I am super grateful for all the help she's given us. I don't know how we would have afforded our baby without my mom opening her doors to us (we were living across the country completely alone before. We could have done it it just would have been super tight.).

But sometimes I can't help but feel she is too much.

Right now what set me off is I was preparing breakfast for my baby. Like a lot of us (I think) I try to save the fruits/dessert type options for the end of the meal. Baby was super happy playing on her own while I made her eggs and green beans. Then my mom shows up, gives her a freaking muffin, and then swoops off into her own room the moment the baby starts whining for more muffin and refusing the eggs. So essentially she's come in, caused problems where there weren't any, and then left so she wouldn't have to deal with the fallout.

My mom does stuff similar to this all the time. Popping out and adding a "fun" element before disappearing leaving baby upset and me to deal with the fallout.

That's not including the fact that she spends half the time around me complaining about everything from how I dress baby, to how I should take her outside but also I need to clean the kitchen and not really giving me a clear out.

I am a super clean person. My friends and other family were shocked when they found out my mom complains about me. My mom has literally said I'm not "allowed" to leave the house until it's clean. Which I do. I do dishes, wipe counters (including glass tables, mirrors etc) vacuum, mop, and organize EVERY. DAY. And it's not just my stuff. I'm doing my mom's dishes And my little brothers as well. I bought a new vacuum almost a year ago now to replace my mom's that was falling apart. She tried to use it like a month ago and had a fit cause she didn't know how to use it. Shows how much she cleans in her own house. I've had to resort to taking photos of the kitchen at night before I go to bed because my mom would bitch at me that there was a pile of dishes in the morning. HER dishes that she refused to admit were all hers because she comes home later and makes herself dinner.

She'll say the baby should go outside, take the baby out, knock on the window saying "come out. Baby cAnt be alone." Because I foolishly thought since it was her idea and she grabbed baby she'd play out there with her. So I stop doing the dishes and go outside. Only for her to go inside and then immediately come back out to bitch at me how the dishes aren't done.

I feel like I'm going crazy sometimes!

We're about two months away from paying off our credit cards (ironically most of it is from the move here) and then we can start saving for a house. Far away from here.

Edit

Omgggg she just right now asked me to clean up the kitchen. I cleaned up everything from my making breakfast. Baby is playing quietly while I have my coffee. No, she means HER breakfast mess. She has stuff to do in the kitchen after so she needs me to clean up while she does I don't even know what. I'm tired y'all.