Nonsense. Working for years and years so you can provide your wife a home with luxuries like heated floors is not soft. It is peak manliness, and even if you also enjoy those warm floors does not take away from that. I used to think my grandfather's nice, warm slippers were ridiculous, and I spent most of my life walking around my house with cold, bare feet. Now, I must spend money on quality bedroom slippers. Now, figure out how to fix the problem. Get a vent that directs air another direction, maybe?
My floor temp sensor is fucked so I just put the controller on a timer and it works quite well. Might not be the most efficient, but it keeps the room and my feetsies nice and warm.
You have it all twisted. The heated floors were for me lol. I'm definitely the spender in our relationship. Always wanting a nicer car, bigger house, bigger boat etc. I'm sure there is some deep seated issues I should probably work out haha. And hell yes to good slippers. I did the Target style for years and would get new ones every year or two. Wifey got me a pair of Ugg slippers for Christmas about 5 years ago and I still have them. It's one of those vents that 1/3 of the vents aim left, 1/3 aims right and the third in the middle aim down. Pretty sure I can flip the vent 180* and it will work.
I still don't think it's soft. If ever comes a time I upgrade homes and can afford heated floors, I would also get them. Floors are fuckin cold, particularly in our house, because we only set the thermostat between 66 and 69 in the winter. The farmhouse I grew up in, the floors were absolutely frigid because the only heat we had was a wood stove. The heat rose, your head might be sweating and your feet turning blue. I just wore thick socks because I hadn't yet found out slippers were awesome.
The heated floor in the master bathroom is amazing. Not only does it keep the feet warm, but it does a great job of keeping the humidity way down in the winter after a shower. I generally keep the bathroom door almost closed in winter to keep the heat contained, and it does wonders.
This should probably be in the rant and rave thread, but whatever... So... NEST theromostats were end of life as of today. So me, not procrastinating the process in the least, opened up the Amazon box that had 2 new Ecobee thermostats and a few sensors to install them. The box has been sitting there, unopened, for a few months, so I'm glad everything I was expecting was in there. I pull out the NEST and took a pic of the wiring, and looked up the migration steps. It all seemed reasonable. Until I fucked up and didn't kill the furnace breaker. The 1970's control wiring was shit. It was old, brittle, and had some weird bare spots along the various wires. So I proceeded to short out the power wire while I was trying to stuff the wiring back behind the drywall. Well, that blew the fuse on the furnace control board. Joy. Not a big deal, right? It's just a simple 3amp blade/auto fuse. The big problem is that when mom owned the house, she redid the laundry room. It looks GREAT, and includes a very nice cedar strip barn door type thing that basically separates the hvac, water heater, electrical panel from the rest of the laundry room. The downside is that while it looks great, it's not functional at all. Turns out that in order to get access to the furnace, I needed to remove almost the entire cedar barn door assembly. And they were built in place, power nailed, with zero intention of ever being removed. So it took me almost a fucking hour to just remove the decorative panels to get access to the furnace. Then I found out that the Nest was being smarter than the average bear without telling me, and automatically detecting and reconfiguring wiring to deal with initial 1970's wiring that was installed wrong, with improper colour coding. Then I found that I lost continuity on one of the control wires due to it's age and brittleness while I was trying to manhandle it back into the wall. So then I had to rip out drywall, splice a bunch of wire, and redo the furnace control hookup to follow convention. So yeah... it took me 4 hours to do a 10 minute job. And it's cold today, so we needed to get the furnace working, and there's no way in hell I'm paying emergency rates for an HVAC guy to come out and do it for me. Home ownership can fuck off sometimes. Now I'm drinking spicy caesars and given up up on my other weekend plans.
And I should mention that there's now a big hole in the wall in the upstairs hallway that I will now have to re-drywall and paint at some later date. I don't want to think about how long it will take to get that done.