Listen up

I'm sure I've commented before on the large amount of ear wax my daughters seem to have. It is so bad that I have taken them to a specialist to have it removed since their pediatrician won't do it. I know it must be back because they can't hear me. They can't hear the horrible music on the radio either, because they ask me to turn it up. And Sponge Bob sputters his annoying laugh at very high decibels. They can hear each other, sometimes. It's usually when they're saying something bad that needs to immediately be repeated to me in a very whiny voice. They can't hear themselves too well because they feel the need to yell to me from another room and expect me to answer. They do this a lot and get aggravated when I don't run to see what they want. They don't seem to hear cars moving around on the street or in parking lots, because they have no problem walking without holding hands. And they definitely don't hear me when I say it's time to do something like get dressed or take a shower or brush teeth. They certainly haven't heard me the 100 plus times I've said that dirty clothes belong in the hamper and not on the floor. They haven't heard me tell them over and over and over to not just take off their shoes and leave them in the middle of the floor. They haven't heard me beg them to be nice to each other and stop fighting and hitting and calling each other names. They don't hear me tell them to pick up the toys from the floor because (ouch, dammit) someone is going to step on them! I really thought they could hear me because most of those times, I was looking them right in the eye saying those things! It's gotta be the wax, right?