I have a problem with planning. It’s not that I’m bad at making plans. It’s that when I have plans set in my head and those plans go awry, I tend to get very annoyed. Okay, let’s be real–I tend to mentally freak the hell out. Take this weekend: Saturday night we were going to see a movie. We hadn’t chosen one to see, but I figured we would chose one together Saturday afternoon after my husband got home from…