My mother. We lived in an apartment and sometimes neighbors would call the police on her... that's how loud she was. But when the police came to the door to find out what was wrong, she would act like the perfect little angel.
Pop would head for the Barn with the Cows or out to the fields with a Tractor sometimes take the stock truck to town.
I would head for the Creek, fish, catch frogs, explore. Sometimes the girls would join up.
Mom would go to town and get groceries and stuff, pick up parts for the bailer, Corn picker / combine, get tires fixed, etc.. ... ...
The girls would sort of clean up their rooms, play at the swings, pick apples, grapes etc.
Open air for the farm was good. Many things could wait till better weather.
When you have upwards from 30 people gathered in 2 rooms, the kitchen and the family room, and half of them are under under age 10, everybody gets a bit loud.
My mother was. She must have thought if she was loud, we'd pay attention. I'd laugh at her, so she'd take her shoe off and start hitting me with it. lol