We used to have a larger, 2-story house. Between the kids and my husband, it seemed like someone was always yelling my name to find me, usually from up or downstairs. I finally told everyone that I would not respond to yelling. If they really needed me, they should come and find me. That helped a little. Now that we've downsized to a 1-story townhome and one of the kids moved across the country (although he still calls me everyday, not that I mind!), the yelling has mostly stopped.
A major thing I've learned after 37 years of marriage: You don't have to do everything together. You don't have to eat the same meals. We rarely do when we're at home. If one of us cooks chicken, we make our own preferred side dishes and it's OK. We don't have to go everywhere as a couple. He's into community theater and wants to see all the shows he's not in. If I'm not interested in the show, I tell him to buy a ticket and go by himself. He always finds plenty of theater friends there, or he can volunteer to be an usher and see the show for free. I get an evening to hang out by myself. It works out for both of us. It's OK to spend time doing your own thing once in a while.