Monday, October 19, 2009

I WANT MY MONEY BACK!

We had money stolen from our room yesterday afternoon. Money from book sales that Bart hadn't had time to deposit. It wasn't a lot ($40.00) but it's the principle of the thing that counts. Three of the kids were with us, so that leaves 6 potential guilty people. Three of them have never stolen from us before. So there are three main possibilities.

I am almost positive I know who did it, and if it is that person, then I am going to have to play hard ball in order to get the truth.

Why do I want the truth? Well, I hardly ever track it down any more, but this time I want it because I want to know who I am living with that is that damaged that they would steal from their parents and THEN not confess. Most of the kids are damaged enough to take the $ but very few, after my persistent interrogation, won't confess. Especially if I put on some pressure and threaten to punish everyone who was home.

If it is the person that I think it is, I will be relieved -- simply because then I will know that there is only one person who I live with that has that little regard for us and is that manipulative. I guess if I have to live with "the enemy" I just want to know the number of "enemies" I am living with,

6 comments:

J. said...

Godd luck, I hope that you manage to get it!, the truth I mean and perhaps the money too.

Sheri said...

I know it sounds foolish for grown up kids, but do Lisa
s lie detector test. We have had astounding results here with it!

Claudia said...

Come on Sheri, give us a link or something. I don't know for sure what it is.

Sheri said...

http://lisajordanpuddin.blogspot.com/2009/09/lie-detector-test-other-stuff.html

Enjoy!

Claudia said...

I may try it with the younger ones. But this time the suspect is an adult and I'm not interested in trying to attempt to make him cooperate...

Thanks though, good stuff.

FerJeniB said...

Go Claudia! I mega loathe (I'd say hate but my momma raised me right and I have broken all of my fosters of that expression. My smarty pants teen came up with mega loathe which makes us laugh and diffuses some horrible situations) lying and stealing. It's the one thing with fostering that I have not learned how to not take personally. I can put up with 50 "your not my mothers" but a small lie or theft sends me right to dragon lady mode and cuts right to the deepest part of my heart. I am working on dealing with it as I am sure at least one of my future kids will play fast and loose with the truth and my belongings. Anyway, keep fighting the good fight and I hope you outfox the fox!