This show is all about four women juggling motherhood, careers and their own lives. It’s a mix of laughs and real talk about ups and downs of being a modern mom. With a cast you can relate to, it dives into tough stuff like postpartum blues, co-parenting and trying to balance it all. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry and you might even think, ‘Wow, that’s so me!’

Meet the characters from Workin’ Moms

Kate Foster

Kate is the frazzled, brilliant mess of a working mom who is equal parts ruthless planner and impulsive disaster — you can see the spreadsheets and the hot mess coexisting. She runs on coffee, guilt, and oddly specific parenting memes, and somehow keeps trying to be both the sensible adult and the reckless teenager she once was. Loves structure but will impulsively buy a puppy at 2 a.m. (no, seriously, I think she actually has done that or at least considered it). She’s fiercely loyal, brutally honest, and always just a tiny bit ashamed of how much she actually enjoys drama.

Anne Carlson

Anne is the ultra-competent, slightly uptight mom who pretends she’s above chaos but is low-key terrified of losing control — which is why she plans everything down to the snacks. She’s the kind of person who fixes other people’s lives and then goes home and has a meltdown over laundry, and that’s kind of why you love her (or want to throttle her, same thing). There’s a soft side buried under the perfectionism — she’s actually very sentimental and keeps weird little mementos in a drawer, like ticket stubs and one lonely ballet ribbon. She says she hates reality TV but will secretly binge it at 3 a.m. with a glass of something suspicious.

Frankie Coyne

Frankie is chaotic, lovable, and utterly unapologetic — a therapist with filthy jokes, trauma stickers, and an uncanny ability to say the exact wrong thing and then somehow turn it into a truth bomb. She’s messy in every sense: emotionally messy, house-messy, but sharp as a tack and more insightful than half her peers. Drinks too much coffee and probably too much wine? Maybe both, but she’ll also have a yoga mat rolled up in the corner that she never uses (or only uses when avoiding people). She hurts and heals in equal measure and is the friend you call at 2 a.m. when you need brutal honesty and a ridiculous plan.

Nathan Foster

Nathan is the lovably bewildered dad who wants to be supportive and mostly manages it, even when he’s patently out of his depth — bless him, he tries. He’s soft, slightly goofy, and genuinely affectionate in that dad-joke way, and occasionally surprises everyone with a moment of real insight or an unexpectedly good grilled cheese. He’s perpetually confused by technology (or maybe it’s just he’s deeply distracted by his kids’ present feelings), and sings in the shower like he’s auditioning for something. Solid heart, questionable timing, and somehow always there when it counts.

Lionel Carlson

Lionel is the quiet-eyed, mildly neurotic husband who is secretly way nerdier than anyone expects — part practical steady-rock, part spreadsheet poet (yes, he has spreadsheets for feelings, I’m pretty sure). He’s thoughtful, a little socially awkward, and very good at apologizing twice (which is oddly charming). Seems calm but has little private rituals, like rereading an old letter or making the exact same sandwich every Tuesday; also, rumor has it he writes terrible poetry at night. He’d rather fix a problem quietly than make a scene, but when he does speak up, it lands.

Val Szalinsky

Val is sharp, outspoken, and gloriously unfiltered — the sort of friend who will call you on your B.S. while draped in something extravagant and possibly covered in glitter. She’s deeply political? maybe more like fiercely opinionated, and she carries an aura of chaos with a side of warmth — very contradictory but in a fun way. Loves a good protest, a louder laugh, and probably an experimental kombucha recipe on her counter that she both adores and has killed twice. She’s messy, brilliant, and somehow has the energy to both start a nonprofit and throw a spontaneous dance party at midnight.

Alice Carlson

Alice is the sharp, sometimes sullen kid who is way more observant than she lets on — the kind of kid who notices adult hypocrisy and then quietly files it for later use. Smart, slightly moody, and brimming with weird little hobbies (one week it’s drawing, the next it’s making bizarre sandwiches), she’s a tiny rebel in the making. She can be sweet and acerbic in the same breath, and has a tendency to adore something for exactly three days before moving on, which is both exhausting and endearing. Also, she hates peas but will defend broccoli like it’s a person, which is adorable and makes zero sense.

Jenny Matthews

Jenny is the painfully organized, quietly anxious powerhouse who runs on lists and controlled panic and will judge your parenting choices lovingly but fiercely. She’s ambitious, competent, and sometimes borderline terrifying in meetings, but at home she’s a smushed marshmallow who cries at commercials she swears she doesn’t cry at. Perfectionist? Yes — but she also has a secret drawer of ridiculous novelty socks and sometimes eats cake for breakfast when no one’s looking. She evolves in small, messy ways and you can see her trying, which is the best part.

Ian Matthews

Ian is the gentle, artsy spouse who somehow balances misery and warmth like a pro — quiet, empathetic, and a little lost, in the best way possible. He’s supportive to a fault and has weird hobbies like making playlists for people’s moods or turning leftovers into gourmet disasters (but hey, sometimes it works). He’s the kind of partner who will sit through a meltdown and then make the perfect cup of tea without being asked, and he secretly loves musicals but would never admit it in public. He’s steady, low-key, and occasionally way more emotional than he pretends.

Rosie Phillips

Rosie is the wild-hearted, blunt friend who says exactly what everyone’s thinking and then helps you make a plan to fix the fallout — and probably gives you a tattoo while you recover. She’s flirtatious, a little reckless, and surprisingly tender when it matters; also, she cries at pet adoption commercials and will adopt every stray cat in a one-mile radius. She wears bright lipstick like armor and has a laugh that fills rooms; somehow she’s both utterly chaotic and the most reliable person in a crisis. Oh and she collects succulents even though she kills most of them, which is tragically relatable.