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.