I'm sorry

I'm sorry is about all I can say to Dino Boy this past Friday. Daddy has been gone all that week and so I was flying solo, stressed from having to do everything (really even when he is here I still do EVERYTHING) so Friday when I picked him up at school we headed to the store and than Sonic for dinner. Dino Boy asked if we coukd go to the football game tonight, it's no big deal the field is 2 minutes from the house, I agreed and we moved on. Came home ate it's only about 4:30/5 so we had plenty of time to play, clean and completely forget about going to the game. At around 7:15 Doll Baby gets cranky and I put her to bed (not remembering the game that starts at 7:30). Dino Boy goes and gets the chicken eggs but he hears people and at the same time we both realize the game is starting. I keep saying "I'm sorry." And he gets wants us to go and I tell him I have no one to watch his sister who is sound asleep now. He screams the three words I thought would never and I mean NEVER would come out of my sweet little boys mouth "I hate you." I'm crushed and holding back tears and say "I'm sorry." He silently gets ready for bed and without even a hug goes to his room. I go in a couple of minutes later and tell him that no matter what I would always love him. He just turns away, my six year old is an old soul and when he hurts it hurts bad. I know that it's just a game but I let him down, I failed him that night because I let stress get to me. He has forgiven me and we made plans to go to the last two home football games. But still the pain that I hurt him enough for him to think he hates me is there.