Most parents develop a "mute" button to kids' screaming. I've seen it in action that they truly
don't hear the caterwauling until it's brought to their attention. Then it's a startled look and "huh! wha?" If you point out that their brats need to drop the decibel level, they'll get defensive and growl "what, they're just kids! all kids are noisy. I guess
you don't remember being a kid." To which I would reply, "yes, I do remember being a kid. I also remember my parents three strikes rule: one - the look of death, two - a *shush*, three - I get slapped into the next county."
I seriously
cannot stand loud noises. Too much and I totally freak out and have to be restrained from grabbing whatever is making the noise and slamming it against the nearest wall. That's been one of my comments to those who insist I would love being a mother once I had one of my own. I learned to utter the threat in such a dire, deadly tone that it usually shut people up.
Dh and I have adopted a lifestyle that is bearable for me. We live on 5 acres in the country, work third shift, always do our shopping at night or early in the morning on weekdays when stores open and parents are just then getting their kids herded into the formation to be taken out. If we plan vacations at family friendly spots we always do them during the off-season, though I've noticed that parents nowadays don't regard school schedules as an impediment. We did an Orlando vacation in the middle of January, during the week, and found the place infested with children. I remarked to Dh "wtf are all these kids doing here? why aren't they in school?"