This is my Life if anyone wants it

My Husband inherited some money at the end of 2010 and decided that he would take some time out from his pressured job and would become the ‘househusband’ so although I work full time the pressure would be off me as he would do all necessary things indoors. He reaslised that this was quite a lonely life so his latest project is to get up early go to Billinsgate to buy fish and seafood and sell to locals and the local pubs. There is one small problem with this – he likes alchohol too much and doesn’t know when to stop drinking before he gets in his car to drive.
I am the head of HR for a small trading Company - when I say the head, I am also the receptionist, telephonist, payroll processer, administrator, fleet manager. You name it and I am it.
Yesterday was a difficult day. So much so that by mid day my head was thumping and I had pains in my chest. Payroll had gone wrong which could result in a fine from HRMC, two silly grown women are acting like teenagers and arguing, statistics are being demanded of me that cant be produced and to top it all I said I would get home as quickly as possible to take husband to the pub so that he could watch the football with his friends for the atmosphere. Now we have only just had long words about his drinking and the fact that his driving license is precious if he wants to be able to make any money at all. He promises not to let me down again. He knows our marriage could be so good – far to good to throw away. He knows he can control the drink because he is not, definitely not, an alcoholic! So I trust him, what else can I do?
After the day that I had had I was happy to be on my own, just pottering around and trying to relax. Had a long walk, had a warm bath and settled on the settee to chill out before having a long sleep to prepare to work again today for round two. Confident that after what we have been through lately there was not even the remotest possibility that he would get steaming drunk.
At 11am ‘someone’ crashed through the front door and appeared in the bedroom with a stupid grin on his face. Husband had hit the wine hard. He thought the duvet was funny, he thought his socks were funny but I didn’t think any of it was funny! He threw himself on the bed and started to snore, an ear piercing raucous sound that reached a pitch no human being should be able to produce!
So, I left the bed that we should share and went to the spare room, simply to lay there stiff with fury that he intended to get up, just 6 hours later and drive to Billinsgate.
And did he, I hear you ask? Yes he did. Could he possibly have sobered up in that time I hear you ask? No, not possible at all is the answer.

So the question I am asking is – how should I be feeling now?