My wife is in the other room, watching Bret Michael's reality show. I just heard him talking about how hard it is to leave his little girl when he has to go on the road. He said something like: It breaks my heart every time, but I have to go; I made a commitment.
My thought was this: It's great that you miss your daughter, Bret. To prove to her that you love her, you might consider apologizing to her for rounding up a bunch of broads, throwing them in a house, and then diving in after them.