A reality show in the making

In case you don't remember, I moved my mother and her husband in with us back in June. Well actually into my trailer, as she doesn't want her animals to sleep alone. Another reminder, she brought two dogs and three cats (one of which was pregnant and had four kittens). Yes, you've done the math correctly, that is a total of nine animals living in my RV. Luckily I was in the process of fixing it up and had just pulled all the flooring out. Sunday, September 11, my father calls me (that is my biological father, in case you missed that entry as well, we were just reunited July 17) who tells me there had been a problem at his house, and he wanted me to pick him up. Once I arrived, I could tell he was really distraught, so I told him to pack a bag and he could stay at my house. Once at our house, he felt so relieved and able to relax that he slept for two days. After waking up on the third day, he decided to leave his home and take me up on an offer I had made previously to move into the room that the girls had just vacated just about four weeks ago. Tuesday, September 13 (our wedding anniversary) we spent the day moving my father into our home. Yes, my mother, her baby's daddy and her husband are all living at the same house. The last few days have been interesting to say the least. My mother is questioning why I'm doing so much for my dad, and why he has a cable box in his room and she doesn't have one in the RV. She wants to know what her $400 in rent includes. She has nine animals and two people living in my RV, they don't buy groceries or pay utilities and she's complaining about $400. My father works around the house, pays his share as well as gave me a new SUV that he pays the note on. I didn't ask my father for the car, but he can't drive, and he didn't want to send it back and mess up his credit. I don't think what I'm asking is unreasonable, $200/ person including utilities and food. I'm too exhausted to even address this issue right now, but I noticed these issues came up while I was away at work. I wish she would have brought it up while I was here. And by saying "I wish", I really mean "I wish she would...." I guess she has forgotten I had to move out at 15 years old, and she left when I was 18 years old to move out of state and didn't know what college her only child was attending. I guess she has also forgotten she was also hooked on crack most of my life after 9 years old either, and while it is understandable that I do absolutely nothing for her, I still honor her because she is my mother, and the Bible instructs me to do so. (Okay, I'm starting to rant). God give me strength. Pray for me ya'll.