Our family was trying to talk to our fiance, and I to come visit for the holidays. I was the type of guy who wanted to spend the holidays at home. I didn’t mind visiting, but I wanted to back in our bed at night, and our kids didn’t understand this, and thought it was just us being old. Every one of us also had eight kids and didn’t want any of them to know all of us were playing number ones. If all of us went to a single kid’s home this year; all of us would need to go to the other kid’s houses in other years. Every one of us would never spend the holidays at home. As all of us predicted, our youngest child was frustrated that all of us wouldn’t spend the holidays with her, but all of us didn’t care; She kept his home at 81 degrees. She thought it was better for the baby, but the baby was almost a year old. She had radiant, heated flooring in every room in the house. My fiance said he couldn’t sleep in a room that was that warm. Every one of us had our dining room thermostat at 65 so all of us could sleep comfortably. I couldn’t sleep if the bed itself got warm. I would have our feet out from under the covers all night long. Every one of us knew the bed in his home would be at the seventy-six degrees he kept in the house. Every one of us finished our visit and headed home. It was nice to be at home and relax in our recliners all morning long. Every one of us had a new Heating and A/C method that kept our home at a steady 68 degrees, and there were no kids around to terrify our naps.