I'm always really glad when it's time to say the Regina Caeli, and then really, really glad when I get the Angelus back. The Regina Caeli is praise and supplication, but the Angelus is also a sort of how-to narrative. We give ourselves; He comes to us: we give Him to the world.
About six weeks into the Easter season, I begin to crave Ordinary Time. Enough of all this jollification. I just want to be ordinary. It's not that I don't love Pentecost, and Trinity Sunday, and, oh my goodness, Corpus Christi, but during the week, I just want to do my little green (in the hopeful sense, not in the ecologcial sense) weekly thing.