What In Your Wallet?

On the go life…everything is in there; there begin my oversized, overstuffed, and overly used wallet. I find it funny, to imagine what someone would think of me, if they were to come across my wallet. I have had this wallet ever since my second son was born about four-years-ago. My wallet is definitely large and in charge of my whole life. I would assume that most would find my life a little out of control. But what mother’s life is not busting the seams that hold them together. Ever since I had my three boys, my wallet seams to grow wildly with every year and every new event. And I could honestly say that my wallet is at odds with the battle of the bulge.
Once a clean wicker color weaved wallet now entirely dinged with smudges of oily overlapping fingers prints. In the first compartment you find all the necessary cards including my banking card, all shopping-reward cards, the entire families’ library cards, and many different activities cards. Adjacent to the cards is all my banking information including pin numbers and account pass words (which I am incredibly fortunate no ones found, yet!). Also in-between the two spaces is where I compulsively keep all my coupons.
The second compartment is divided in to four separate uses. I have the nice little cash part, which is by rare chance I have more then a dollar or two at anytime. My big money-maker is my change pouch, not really, but there are a few nice scores in there. I like to collect coins, rare ones and until I get too my coin box, that where they lay. In my change pouch is also where I keep my personal Id’s, because it is easier than putting anywhere else in my cluttered wallet. On the other side of the change pouch is where I keep all the business cards, appointment cards, medicals cards, and car insurance cards. The numbers of cards I have is some where upwards of thirty cards. Lastly I have a little pocket that has a promissory note, that is well past it statutory limits of do anything with; but I sure like that I have it (for just-in-case reasons---what ever it maybe).
Based on what someone would think of me from the items in my wallet is pretty complex. I would assume that they would look at my wallet and get a headache before they could even find a sheared of ID. They would find that I not lazy because of the fact of how many appointments and family actives that I am involved in. I could see them thinking that I was a little naive for having so many taboos, in my wallet, such as banking pin numbers and rare coins. But like the Queen of England, my handbag never leaves my side; and it would take a pretty big buff to pry my handbag out of my hands.
If all they had to go on is what is in my wallet they would see they complexity of how I my schedule works. But they would miss out on that I’m an extreme artist that also has a passion for music. They would not be able to tell that I am in deep with my family, other than there names printed cards because I have no relics or photos of anyone. But if they were to come to my home they would also see that I don’t even have pictures hanging on the wall. Yet, all the children’s art work is scatter throughout the walls of my home. Even though there are more then a thousand pictures on my memories cards. I guess I could blame it on the lack of time but not lack of love, passion, or drive.
By taking a closer look at my wallet it really gave me a personal foresight on where I stand as a person. I don’t think that I would assume that a person is what is found in their wallet but it defiantly gives one a good insight on what their business matters might be like, if any business at all---mines family business, what yours?